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What To Do Until The Undertaker Comes (1971) by Tobias Welles
What To Do Until The Undertaker Comes (1971) by Tobias Welles
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what to do until
the undertaker comes
by Tobias Wells
Boston Detective Knute Severson
had never questioned his life, his
profession or his own inner convic
tions. Within the span of a few days
the routine of his job and personal
life leave him vulnerable to the
doubts and turmoil whose resolve
can only come with time and lonely
thought.
A seemingly academic murder
case plagues Knute because of mis
takes made during the _investigation
and unusual difficulties in appre
hending the murderer. Lucilla Rog
ers, estranged from her husband, is
found dead in her bedroom by her
two children. The murderer could
easily be a jealous husband or a
jealous boyfriend. Maybe it was the
children who struck the unexpected
note of tragedy in the case - they
seemed so pathetically alone and
for some unknown. reason, terrified.
(continued on back flap)
What to Do Until the Undertaker Comes
Books by Tobias Welles
WHAT TO DO UNTIL THE UNDERTAKER COMES
DINKY DIED
THE YOUNG CAN DIE PROTESTING
DIE QUICKLY, Dl::AR MOTHER
MURDER MOST FOULED UP
DEAD BY THE LIGHT OF THE MOON
WHAT SHOULD YOU KNOW OF DYING?
A MA'ITER OF' LOVE AND DEATH
What to Do Until the
Undertaker Comes
TOBIAS WELLES
1971.
All of the characters in this book
are fictitious, and any resemblance
to actual persons, living or dead,
is purely coincidental.
First Edition
Library of Congress Catalog Card Number 79-1390.73
Copyright © 1971 by Deloris For.bes ..
All Rights Reserved
Printed in the United States of America
To Mary and Andy Stronczer with love
What to Do Until the Undertaker Comes
CHAPTER ONE
Miss Maguire, she sees it the other way. Still, live and
let live, I always say."
Parks disappeared into a bedroom. "You were say
ing that 1vlrs. Rogers left the children alone a lot." I
brought Mrs. Hetherington back to our interrupted
conversation. "Did she have men visit her here?"
..If you mean, did she behave like a hussy in my
house, the answer is I should certainly hope not. She
had some callers, of course. But they crune to supper
or to take her out, things like that. And the children
were always here. I may not have cared too much for
Lucy Rogers, but I never believed she misbehaved in
front of"the children. Jennifer wouldn't have let her.
Jennifer has very proper ideas for a young girl."
"Knute, come here for a minute, would you?"
Parks called to me from an inner room.
I went to him. He was standing in the bathroom, a
very large bathroom, converted no doubt from a bed
room. Here the wallpaper was blue with pink roses and
in places it was peeling off the wall, from the moisture,
I presumed. A tub with claw feet occupied the far
end. A sink and toilet ranged along a wall. A low
cupboard on the other wall held towels and a few
toiletries. Lavender scent, soap, a hair brush, and a
comb.
"Look here." Parks pointed to a bare spot behind
the tub where the paper had been removed. I leaned
over and looked. There was a faint penciling, I could
make out a word that looked like -filthy. Filthy? I
frowned and leaned closer.
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"Something about a thousand bathtubs cannot clean
filthy people," Parks told me.
'Who wrote that, do you know?" I asked the land
lady. She bent over but she wasn't able to get too close.
"I'll need my glasses. Writing on the wall, is it? I don't
care for that at all, at all. I've never noticed it myself,
can't say how long it's been there. A thousand baths
can't clean filthy people? Now what does that mean,
anyway?" She straightened up in irritation. "When I
was a girl, people used to say, 'Fools' names like fools'
faces always appear in public places'."
I didn't bother to point out that no name appeared
and that the place wasn't exactly public. Instead I
pressed, "Could it have been written by Miss Maguire?
It looks more Wee it has been there for some time."
'TU soon find out." Mrs. Hetherington bristled at the
thought. "You must have sharp eyes, young man,"
this to Parks. "I wouldn't have spotted that in a mil
lion years."
He grinned rather sheepishly. "My wife tells me it's
a terrible habit, more like snooping. I tell her I can't
help noticing things, even a spot of dust on top of the
refrigerator and a piece of thread on the carpet."
"Saints above!" Mrs. Hetherington looked stricken.
"You must be a most particular husband. Don't know
as I'd want to keep house for you."
"That's what she says. I tell her it's . . ...
A door opened nearby and we heard footsteps in
the room beyond.
"Ach, it's Miss Maguire," whispered Mrs. Hethering-
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ton. Aloud she called, "Miss Maguire, it's me, here in
the bathroom. With the plumbers."
Parks and I looked at each other. Mrs. Hetherington
put a fat finger to her lips and left the bathroom. A
wispy fema1e voice said, "I didn't know the
plumbers, Mrs. Hetherington?"
"Actually, they're paperhangers, too. We was just
wondering, Miss Maguire, what to do with the bath
room, it needs papering something awful. Why, there's
even some scribbling on the wall. Would you be know
ing who could have done that?"
More footsteps coming closer. I did my best to look
,.
like a plumber-paperhanger, if there was such a beast.
A very thin, white-haired lady wearing a long raincoat
came into view in the doorway. She was frowning.
"Writing on the walls? Whoever . . . ?"
"Over here, ma'am." Parks directed her to the bath
tub. She edged around him.
"I can't make it out," said Miss Maguire after a mo
ment. "Is it-scurrilous?"
"Oh, no, ma'am. It's on the order of cleanliness is
next to godliness. Not those words exactly, but that
sentiment."
Miss Maguire looked around in bewilderment. I
didn't think her eyesight, even with her glasses, could
be too good. "I can't imagine . • . you don't think I did
it, do you, Mamie?"
"Indeed not." Mrs. Hetherington gave us a trium
phant look. "More than likely somebody long before
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you. We'll just see about papering it, or I can just wash
it off if you like."
"Papering? But that would mean my bathroom
would be tied up for some time. Washing will do
nicely, Mamie. I told you I didn't want to cause any
trouble, for the short time I'll be under your roof . . ."
Mrs. Hetherington assured Miss Maguire she was no
trouble at all while we waited out in the hall. The as
surance took a good five minutes while I chaffed to get
going and Parks studied the hall from floor covering
(linoleum ) to ceiling ( slightly cracked ) and in be
tween.
At last the landlady joined us and breathily made
her way downstairs ahead of us. I thanked her for her
cooperation when we finally reached the bottom. She
reiterated her offer of tea and again I politely refused.
"I don't suppose you'll tell me what you meant
about seeing the children? Has anything happened to
them? Has Jennifer nm away again?"
Parks and I exchanged glances. "Jennifer ran away
before?"
She smiled ruefully. "Oh my, yes . Not too long after
they came here, last summer it seems to me, maybe
September because I recall school was in session. When
she ran away her mother jumped to the conclusion
that Jenny had gone to be with her father but she
hadn't. When Lucy found out Jenny wasn't there, Lucy
was all set to call the police but I asked her not to do
that. No offense intended, but children get frightened
when the police go looking for them. I begged her to
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wait, I said Jenny would be back. She'd get hungry
and lonesome, I told her, and come home. With eight
children, you see, I'd had a lot of experience."
"Did she come home? Voluntarily?"
'Well, not exactly what you'd call voluntarily. Some•
body from the school brought her home that night. A
gentleman, I don't recall his name but he was what
they call a guidance counselor. It seems that Jenny
had sneaked into the schoolhouse and hid in the base•
ment. The janitor found her and called the guidance
counselor, he brought her home. He talked a long time
to Lucy that night and I guess things must have been
better afterward, 'cause she didn't run away again."
'What school was this? Is it near here?"
..Jefferson Junior High School, it is. Four blocks over
and three down, on Gihnanton Avenue. Jenny did well
in school, her mother told me. Got good marks. She's
a smart young lady, that one,"
"Did she say why she ran away?"
A regretful shake of the gray head. "Not to me, she
didn't. I don't lmow if Lucy even knew. It happens
sometimes, they just get mixed up and troubled and
they've got to go off. I expect you've felt that way
yourself sometimes."
I nodded, I had. "Thank you very much, Mrs.
Hetherington. I'll tell Jennifer when I see her that
you're concerned about her."
She sighed. "You still won't say . . . all right, officer.
But you tell Mr. Rogers for me if he needs any help
with those children that I may be an old lady but I've
126 What to Do Until the Undertaker Comes
got lots of room and lots of time and lots of experi-
ence . . .
,,
I told her I'd do that and I meant it. When we
reached the street, Parks didn't ask where we were
going. "Four blocks over and three blocks up," he
reminded me. When we were partway there he said,
"You never did buy the kidnapping theory, did you?"
"I may be wrong," I admitted. God help me if I
were.
"I checked the bus station this morning. I went into
the Florida possibility all over again, but nobody re
members seeing them. Still, I doubt if that's conclusive.
The place was a can of wonns when I was there, peo
ple all over the place. So I teletyped the F1orida au
thorities just in case. Though how they'd come by the
cash to buy a pair of tickets, I don't know."
"I strongly suspect that Jennifer pawned the bowl
ing balls. But that wouldn't take them far. The main
reason I don't accept the kidnapping story is because
they didn't really act scared. Think back on it. They
acted as though they were trying to act scared. All that
stuff about 'don't let them hurt us'-oh, you weren't
there then. That was Benedict. But take it from me,
they were faking it. At first I bought it, but later on I
began to doubt. They're afraid, and there I'm con
tradicting myself, but not of somebody. Something."
"Here's Gilmanton Avenue. Turn left here. Just the
same, I find it hard to believe that Jennifer at least
didn't see or hear anything." Parks peered out through
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the windshield. "It must be that big brick building up
ahead."
"I should have landed on her with both feet right at
the beginning." I began to slow the car, looking for a
parking place. "I was too damned easy."
"There seems to be a parking lot around in back of
the building . . ."
"And I've missed the entrance, of course. Damn this
traffic, there ought to be a law to keep some of these
cars off the road."