“Arthur?” I asked her.

“Arthur at the land registry,” Margaret said, nodding.

“Brandon wanted to know if Arthur had called me about any pending title filings on the Lakeview Drive property.

I told him our real estate records were completely current.”

At one o’clock we walked two blocks down the street to a little seaside café for a quiet lunch.

Margaret took a five-page document, stapled at the top corner, from her leather folder.

She slid it across the round wooden table, keeping her fingers pressed on the bottom margin.