Death By Darjeeling

Chapter 33

Soft background music played as Bethany and Haley leaned over the counter, giggling. At the large table in the corner, Drayton sat with three guests, presiding over a tea tasting. For some reason, the women had wanted to focus only on Indian teas, so Drayton had brewed pots of Kamal Terai, Okayti Darjeeling, and Chamraj Nilgiri.

Now, as Theodosia sat at a small table near the window, ruminating over the events of the day, she could hear the four of them using tea-taster terms such as biscuity, a reference to tea that’s been fired, and soft, which meant a tea had been purposely underfermented.

Indian teas were all well and good, but today Theodosia needed a little extra fortification. She’d opted for a pot of Chinese Pai Mu Tan, a rare white tea from southern China, also known as White Peony. With its soft aroma and smooth flavor, it was also known to aid digestion. After the roller-coaster ride of the past week, and the surprising revelations of today, Theodosia figured her digestive system could use a little settling.

“Bethany,” Theodosia called quietly from where she was seated.

Bethany immediately came over to Theodosia’s table and favored her with a wan smile.

“Sit with me for a minute.”

Bethany’s smile slipped off her face. “Am I fired? I’m not fired, am I?” She twisted her head around to peer at Haley. “I know it looks like we were goofing off over there, but I’ve got a—”

“Bethany, you’re not fired. Please, try to relax.” Theodosia smiled warmly to show Bethany she really meant it.

“Sorry.” Bethany cast her eyes downward. “You must think I’m some kind of paranoid goose.”

Theodosia poured Bethany a cup of tea. “No, I think you were treated unfairly at the Heritage Society, and it stuck in your craw. The experience has left your confidence more than a little shaken.”

“You’re right,” Bethany admitted shyly. “It has.”

“But I want to ask you something,” said Theodosia, “and I don’t want you to read anything more into it than the fact that it’s just a simple, straightforward question, okay?”

“Okay,” said Bethany, looking nervous again.

Theodosia leaned forward. “Bethany, you got into an argument with Hughes Barron, is that correct?”

“I spoke up to him at one meeting at the Heritage Society, but I wouldn’t call it arguing. Really. You can ask Drayton.”

“I believe you,” said Theodosia. “And later, after that same meeting where Timothy Neville took offense at Hughes Barron and verbally chastised him—”

“He certainly did,” Bethany agreed.

“You talked to Hughes Barron again. After the meeting?”

“I...I did. To tell you the truth, I felt kind of sorry for him. He was a new board member who had made a generous donation and then was treated badly. I know it wasn’t my place, me being the new kid, but I kind of apologized to him. I didn’t want him to think we were all maniacs. After all, he wasn’t the one who lost his temper, it was Timothy Neville.”

“Bethany, I have to ask this. Are you... did you have any dealings with Hughes Barron outside the Heritage Society?”

The stricken look on Bethany’s face was the only answer she needed.

“I never talked to him alone except for that one time, after the meeting. That was the one and only time. On the night of the Lamplighter Tour, I didn’t serve him. Haley did. I only...” Her voice trailed off.

Theodosia nodded and sat back. In her wildest dreams she hadn’t believed that Bethany could be the mysterious girlfriend. But she had to ask. And if Bethany had spoken to Hughes Barron after that meeting, apologized to him like she said, maybe Timothy Neville had overheard her words and been enraged. That would certainly account for her being summarily fired. Fired for an act of kindness, thought Theodosia. What is the world coming to?

Bethany was smiling shyly at Theodosia. “Haley and I were working on a new idea.”

“What’s that, Bethany?” My God, the girl had looked so stricken. How could she have even thought she might have been involved with Hughes Barron?

“At the photo exhibition the other night, I ran into a friend. We got to talking, and I told her I was working here. Anyway, she called this morning and asked if we could cater a teddy bear tea. For her daughter’s eighth birthday party.”

Theodosia considered the request. She’d heard of teddy bear teas for children. They’d just never done one.

“I said we could do it.” Bethany paused. “Can we do it?”

Theodosia smiled at Bethany’s hopeful eagerness. “I suppose so. Have you talked to Drayton yet? He’s major domo in charge of all catering.”

“I have, and he suggested I take a shot at working up a menu and a few party activities, then submit a proposal to my friend.”

“Bethany, I think that’s a fine idea.”

“You do?”

“Is that what you and Haley were working on?”

“Yes, we’ve already got three pages of notes.”

“Good for you.” Theodosia smiled.

The bell over the door suddenly tinkled merrily.

“Two for tea?” asked Tanner Joseph as he stood in the doorway smiling at the two women seated at the small table.

Bethany rose awkwardly. “Hello, Mr. Jo—Tanner. Could I get you a cup of... Oh, excuse me.” She suddenly spotted the stack of art boards under his arm. “You’re here on business. The labels.” She suddenly bolted, leaving Theodosia to contend with an amused Tanner Joseph.

“She’s a wonderful girl,” he said, sitting down.

“We think so,” agreed Theodosia. She was determined to play it cool and carry on with her review of his label ideas.

Tanner set a stack of art boards on the table between them. “Tea labels, as promised,” he said. “But I must confess, I took them a bit beyond the pencil stage.”

“Whatever you did, it certainly didn’t take you long,” said Theodosia.

“You could say I threw myself into it.” He favored her with a grin.

Dressed today in dark green slacks and a green military-looking sweater with cotton shoulder epaulets, Tanner Joseph looked rather dashing and every inch an eco commando. Though Theodosia had the distinct feeling he used his good looks to leverage every possible advantage, she could certainly see why Bethany had accepted a date with him. He was a handsome young man.

“Let’s take a look at what you’ve got,” said Theodosia. For the next few minutes, she banished all thoughts of poison frogs from her head as she studied the four label illustrations Tanner Joseph had created.

They were good. Better, in fact, than anything Theodosia had hoped for. Rendered in black and white, they were punchy and strong. They weren’t just sketches but finished art, beautifully finished at that. Theodosia knew that once Tanner received approval from her, it was a simple matter of adding a bit of color.

“These are wonderful,” declared Theodosia. She was particularly delighted by the free-flowing brush strokes and the calligraphy he had managed to incorporate.

“I tried to capture a bit of a Zen feeling,” said Tanner, “but still convey the zest of your flavors.”

“Drayton.” Theodosia raised her voice just a touch.

Drayton looked over at her and held up a finger. His tea-tasting group was jabbering amongst themselves, and it looked like he would be able to extricate himself for a few moments.

“How long will it take to add color?” asked Theodosia.

“Not long, a few hours,” said Tanner. “Oh, hello.” He smiled up at Drayton. “I guess you’re the gentleman who created the tea blends.”

He extended his hand, and Drayton shook it even as his eyes roved over the drawings.

“I like these,” Drayton declared. “I’ve not seen anything like this before. Most tea labels are flowery or carry coats of arms or clipper ships or drawings of tea leaves. These are like...” Drayton searched for the right words. “Like the wood-block prints I saw in Kyoto when I was there on a buying trip.”

Tanner Joseph smiled. “I’ll admit Japanese prints were in the back of my mind. Indian manuscript paintings, as well.”

Drayton’s eyes shone. “Well, that really makes it perfect then, doesn’t it?”

“I’d say so,” agreed Theodosia.

“And when will these be ready to go to the printer?” asked Drayton.

Theodosia and Tanner gazed at each other.

“Tanner thinks he can add the color in a matter of hours,” said Theodosia.

Drayton half closed his eyes as he calculated the time frame. “The printer needs at least a week to do the adhesive-backed labels. Theodosia, did you order the tins yet?”

“Yes,” she replied.

“Gold or silver?”

“Gold.”

“Two more days to sticker the tins and fill them,” said Drayton. “So perhaps seven or eight working days at the outset.”

“That’s right,” said Theodosia.

Drayton smiled at Tanner Joseph. “I think you’ve done a masterful job, young man. You certainly have my blessing.”

Tanner bobbed his head, looking pleased. “Great.” He smiled at Theodosia. “It’s been a labor of love.”

The bell over the door rang again, and a half dozen people entered the tea shop. Four immediately seated themselves at a table, and two began oohing and ahing over a display of Russell Hobbs tea kettles. At that same moment, both phone lines began to ring.

“Looks like your tea shop just got busy,” declared Tanner. He began to collect his art boards. “I’d better get out of here and let you folks tend to business.”

“Theodosia,” called Haley from the counter, “telephone. A Mrs. Finster. Said she talked to you this morning. Something about Hughes Barron?”

Tanner Joseph’s lip curled at the mention of Hughes Barron’s name, and his eyes fastened on Theodosia. “The infamous developer,” he spat out. “I wasn’t aware Hughes Barron had been a friend of yours.”

“He wasn’t,” replied Theodosia evenly, “but you certainly seem to have a strong aversion to the man. Or at least to his memory, since he’s now deceased.”

“Hughes Barron was a charlatan and an environmental pirate,” Tanner declared vehemently. “I’m delighted he came to a well-deserved end.”

“I see,” said Theodosia, and a cold chill touched her heart. Their polite, enthusiastic meeting of a moment ago seemed to have rapidly deteriorated into a nasty go-round concerning Hughes Barron. “Excuse me,” said Theodosia. She rose from her chair and stalked off to take Mrs. Finster’s call.

What an extraordinary woman, Tanner Joseph thought to himself as he quietly departed the Indigo Tea Shop. Confident, worldly, so full of energy. Since the moment she’d first walked into his office at the Shorebird Environmentalist Group, he had longed to learn everything there was to know about Theodosia Browning. Where had she grown up? What had she studied in college? What kind of man did she find attractive?

He had always found the simplest way to obtain a reliable dossier on someone was through their friends and acquaintances. So he had invited Bethany, her employee, to the gallery opening the other night. Of the two young women he had met in the tea shop, she had seemed the most needful, the most eager to talk. So he had flattered the girl, plied her with a few questions, appeared interested in her problems and her work. It had been simple enough.

Tanner Joseph glanced back at the brick-and-shingle facade of the Indigo Tea Shop and smiled to himself. What a fine joke that Hughes Barron had succumbed at the Lamplighter Tour’s garden tea with a cup of Darjeeling clutched in his money-grubbing hand. Now he, Tanner Joseph, was designing a set of tea labels. It was those little touches of irony that made life so delightful.

Yes, he would keep an eye on this extraordinary creature, Theodosia. She was like some wonderful, rare tropical bird. But you couldn’t just walk up and grab something like that. You had to charm it, woo it, make it feel safe. Only then could you hope to possess it.