World Made by Hand

Fifty

We waited until evening, when the men who worked on the surrounding farms and elsewhere would have returned home. At the first house we went to, Peter Wedekind’s at the top of Bayard Street, we encountered yet another problem. Peter had gone by Einhorn’s store to buy a few things on his way home from Deaver’s farm and was enticed across the street for a look at the new barbershop, whereupon a bunch of New Faith men tossed him into a chair and held him down while they shaved off his beard. He was naturally very annoyed, he said, though his wife, Alma, said she liked his new look.

“But that’s not right, is it?” Peter said. “Forced shaving?”

“It’s certainly not,” I said.

At the next house we went to, Bill and Aggie Schroeder’s, they were missing a pair of sterling silver fluted candlesticks that were three hundred years old and glaringly absent from their dining room table when they returned from Bullock’s levee, they said. Bill, who operated the creamery on the western edge of town, hadn’t strayed downtown on his way home, and still had his beard. In all, six other men in the houses we visited had had their beards forcibly shaved off because they happened to pass by Main and Van Buren that afternoon. Some of these households also discovered valuables missing, once we’d inquired: silver, jewelry, tools. By now, the sun was going down. Loren and I split up, and went around town for another hour, and when we met up again at the rectory, the final tally was eleven men forcibly shaved (plus three voluntarily) and two substantial lists of items stolen from various homes. The townspeople were angry, confused, and puzzled about the connection between the burglaries and the forced shavings, even though it was obvious to me that two separate things were going on. Some of them apparently thought that New Faith had carried out the robberies.

Jane Ann was cooking off her blackberry jam in their summer kitchen as Loren and I compared notes and came to the inevitable conclusion that we’d have to arrest both Brother Jobe and Wayne Karp.

“How do you want to handle this?” Loren said.

“Well, that’s going to take some thought, now, isn’t it?”