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He quickly rolled the tank over and helped Nottingham get the nasal cannula inserted correctly. The elderly man drew several deep breaths and slowly calmed down.
Decker sat back, relieved. “I’m sorry, Mr. Nottingham, I shouldn’thave just dumped that on you.”
Nottingham took another series of deep breaths while he waved off this apology. He said slowly, “I have COPD. Damn cigarettes. Then the anxiety kicks in.”
“I take it from your reaction that you had no idea Costa moved to Baronville? Or that he was dead?”
Nottingham shook his head. “None. How did he die? You saidmurdered? How horrible!”
“The details aren’t that important, and I don’t want to upset you again. But he was murdered and I’m trying to find out why.”
“My God, poor Brad.”
“Do you have any idea why he would exchange a place in SoHo and a job on Wall Street for Baronville?”
Nottingham slowly took the cannula out of his nose and set it aside.
“About a week after I told Bradabout Nigel and the Barons, he came back and asked me some more questions.”
“Like what?”
“You first have to understand a bit of family lore that was handed down from one generation to the next.”
“What sort of family lore? About the Nottinghams or the Barons?”
“Both, really. My grandfather told me about it when I was just a kid. You see, the original Baron,the one who started the town and everything, as I told you was a miserable old cuss. My grandfather lived in the servants’ quarters there growing up. He hated the place. And while he only had a few encounters with the elder Baron, he thought him an awful person.”
“If he was that bad, why did Nigel hang around?” asked Decker.
“Good question. However, I got a sense from whatI was told that Baron didn’t actually treat Nigel badly. On the contrary, he seemed to treat him more as an equal.”
“That seems strange, treating a butler as an equal.”
“He was Baron’s age and Nigel started working for him before he built the big place on the hill. I’ve only seen pictures of it. What a monstrosity.”
“I’ve been there. It hasn’t aged well. But you weretalking about family lore?”
“When Baron died, I’m not sure anyone else in his family was interested in actually working for a living.”
“They just wanted to sponge off the old man?”
“Yes. And that leads me directly into the family lore. Baron was cheap but he loved money, and was loath to let a penny of it go, if he could help it. He paid his workers next to nothingand never gave a dime to charity. He was rich beyond anyone’s wildest dreams and yet apparently it still wasn’t enough.”
“Sounds like a real peach,” commented Decker.
“Well, anyway, he also didn’t have a high opinion of his sons, who would be next in line to run the businesses. As I said, they weren’t all that interested. From what I was told, they loved spending money farmore than making it.”
“That’s why the family eventually became poor,” said Decker.
“Did they? Well, well. And now comes the interesting part. The family lore part is that before he died, Baron hid a fortune somewhere at his home. And I mean an absolute fortune.”
“In what?”
“I don’t know. Jewels, rare coins. Cash. Negotiable instruments. Stocks. Bonds. Butit would have represented a very large part of his fortune. It seems that he didn’t want his family to have it.”
“And you told Costa this?”
Nottingham nodded. “He was interested, I would sayveryinterested, and peppered me with questions. I even showed him some of the old letters my grandfather and father wrote to me. I also had letters that Nigel had written my grandfather.”
