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The bell above the door chimed, ushering in a swirl of autumn leaves. “Something smells divine in here. Is that the cinnamon-apple scones?” “Just out of the oven. I added a dash of cardamom this time, just for you. Your usual tea?” “You read my mind. A pot of Earl Grey would be perfect. I need to pick your brain about something.” “Oh? That sounds serious. Let me get the kettle on. What’s on your mind?” “It’s about the historical society meeting last night. Someone left a rather peculiar note on the president’s chair. It was typed on an old typewriter.” “You don’t say! What did it say?” “‘Your secrets are rising.’ Nonsense, really. But it’s got everyone whispering. You hear all the town gossip in here. Noticed anyone acting strangely?” “Now that you mention it, Mr. Henderson was in earlier buying a loaf of rye. He seemed jumpy, kept checking his watch. And he asked for a sheet of my bakery stationary.”