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The woman would be dead by now. Charlie probably read about or heard the same story. The question is, why did he go to all the trouble to set you up?" |
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Theodore followed with one of his laconic shrugs. "Look, all I know is Charlie said he got it from her this spring just before he was rotated back to the States from Newfoundland." |
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"Impossible," she snorted. "This Caron woman would be dead by now." |
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"Don't forget, my Aunt Ethel lived to be a hundred and three," he reminded her. |
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It was exactly the kind of observation she would expect from her dullard husband. She already knew what was happening; for whatever reason, the conniving Charlie had set Theodore up for something. Or Charlie himself had been taken in by someone trying to capitalize on the Caron woman's legend. |
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Betty Elizabeth put down the book and glowered at her husband. "Describe the jar," she ordered. |
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"What's to describe? A jar's a jar." |
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"Damn it, Ted, what did it look like?" |
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He blinked and tried to get a clearer picture of the glass object in his mind. "Big," he began, "like a pickle jar. It was full of something like a cloudy substance, real thick. Not as thick as syrup, but real thick." |
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"Did the jar have any markings?" |
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