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"Another batch of cinnamon rolls gone missing?" "Third morning this week. I count them twice before I lock up, Margaret. Twice." "And the back door?" "Bolted. Chain and all. Yet this was sitting on the flour bin when I came in." "A button. Brass, with an anchor on it." "Looks like it came off a captain's coat." "There hasn't been a captain in Pemberton Cove since old Hollis died." "Which is exactly what worries me." "Or it's what somebody *wants* you to think. Who else has a key?" "Only Dolly, my niece. And she's been at her mother's in Bristol all week." "Has she, now? Because I could have sworn I saw her on Tuesday, buying thread at Fenwick's." "That's impossible. She'd have stopped in for tea." "Unless she didn't want to be seen. Tell me, dear, has anything else changed? Any little thing?" "Well... the sugar jar's been moved. And there was a crumb trail leading toward the cellar door." "The cellar? You never mentioned a cellar." "I never go down there. It's been locked since Hollis sold me the building." "Then fetch your lantern, love. And bring a few cinnamon rolls. If we're right, someone's very hungry."