“Someone asked whether you had taken the blue folder.”
“What someone?”
“I wasn’t given a name.”
“Where is it?”
“Study.”
“Still there?”
“Yes.”
I checked.
The folder was exactly where she said.
I left it unopened.
Carried the mug away.
Back in Manhattan, I put Eleanor’s necklace into its cloth pouch.
The receipt for Julian’s platinum watch remained beside it.
I called Arthur.
“Do you have the original purchase record?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t need my copy.”
“Understood.”