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The bell over Buttercup Bakery’s door gave a nervous jingle as rain ticked against the windows. “Tell me that isn’t blood.” Mabel peered over the glass pastry case. A crimson smear marked the white fondant of the mayor’s birthday cake. “Raspberry coulis,” came the answer. “At least, it was supposed to be.” “It’s on the floor too.” A thin red trail led from the kitchen door to the flour sacks, where it vanished beneath a toppled mixing bowl. “No one leaves coulis on the floor.” “Perhaps someone dropped a tart.” “Then where’s the tart?” The ovens hummed. From the back room came the faint, steady tick of the old wall clock. Mabel lifted the bowl with a tea towel. Beneath it lay a silver cufflink shaped like a tiny anchor. “Oh dear.” “That belongs to Captain Hargrove.” “Captain Hargrove hasn’t worn an anchor cufflink since the harbor committee accused him of embezzlement.” “And he was here this morning.” “He bought two cinnamon knots and asked whether the rear alley door still stuck in damp weather.” The bakery door jingled again. A gust of rain-scented air swept through the shop. “Morning! Is my cake ready?” Mabel quickly set the cufflink behind the register. “Almost, Mayor. We’re just adding a little mystery.”