"Good morning, Maggie. My, those cinnamon rolls look absolutely divine!" "Why, thank you, Ethel. I'm trying a new recipe with a hint of cardamom. Care to try one?" "Don't mind if I do! So, have you heard the latest gossip around town?" "You know I live for a juicy tidbit. Do tell!" "Well, apparently old Mr. Smithers was found unconscious in his study last night." "Oh, dear! Is he alright?" "That's the strange part. The police say there's no sign of foul play, but his prized collection of vintage books is missing." "You don't say? That collection was worth a small fortune!" "Precisely. And get this – there were no signs of forced entry." "How peculiar! You don't think..." "That one of his own had a hand in it? I wouldn't put it past them. You know how his children have been squabbling over his wealth." "True, but to stoop so low? I find it hard to believe." "In a town like ours, anything's possible, dear. Speaking of which, did you catch wind of the new family moving into the old Miller place?" "No, I didn't! Do dish."