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"The usual, Mrs. Patterson?" "You know me too well, dear. A cinnamon roll and a coffee with just a splash of cream." "Coming right up. Though I heard you were at the Henderson place yesterday." "Who told you that?" "Margaret from the post office." "Margaret's got a mouth bigger than the Hudson River." "Still. Was it true? Did Mrs. Henderson really find a dead body in her garden shed?" "It wasn't just any dead body, child. It was Professor Whitmore from the college." "The history professor? The one who writes those books about the town's founders?" "The very same. Poor man was found with his head bashed in with a garden rake." "A garden rake? That's awful." "Awful, yes. But curious too. Why would Professor Whitmore be in Eleanor Henderson's shed at midnight?" "Maybe he was looking for something?" "That's what I think. Eleanor says she didn't even know the man. But she found his briefcase in there before the police arrived." "A briefcase? What was inside?" "That's the interesting part. Just three old photographs of the town square from 1885."