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"Two cinnamon twists and a black coffee, please. And tell me, did Arthur stop by yesterday morning?" "He did, right before his meeting at the town hall. He seemed in a terrible rush, barely waited for his change." "Did he buy his usual? The poppyseed scone?" "No, and that’s the odd thing. He bought a slice of the almond gateau. He never eats almond. Said it was a gift for someone he was meeting at the gazebo." "At the gazebo? But that’s been boarded up since the autumn. Who would he meet there?" "I couldn't say. But when he walked out, a man in a gray wax jacket was watching him from across the street. A stranger, I’d wager. We don't get many gray wax jackets in Lily Valley." "Did you see where the stranger went?" "He followed Arthur, keeping his distance. Oh, and one more thing. I found this on the floor right where Arthur was standing." "A silver cufflink? With an engraving of an owl?" "Exactly. Arthur doesn’t wear french cuffs. Here are your twists, dear. Be careful. The air is chilly today, and some secrets are best left buried under the frost."