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you to worry about anything, ever again.”
    Emma giggled. “I’ll do my very best to try and not worry about a thing. Now off with you; I’ll finish up in here.” Emma listened to Wil’s footsteps as he walked toward the living room. Glancing at Growler, who was still eating, Emma wondered why he had become so attached to Wil in such a short space of time when it had taken Growler a long time to warm to her.
     
    * * *
     
    At the next widows’ meeting, Elsa-May and Ettie were looking at information that Bailey had sent through to them about the art case.
    “Bailey sent through the information and said we could read it if we’re interested,” Elsa-May said.
    “Just tell us what’s in it,” Maureen said.
    Elsa-May looked down at the four pages of information. “Okay, I hope I remember it correctly. I’ll read the start of it. “In the early hours of 8 th August 1990, two men gained entry to the Chicago City Art Gallery dressed as policemen. They told the security men on the door that they had an anonymous tip off of a bomb in the building and that they needed to check into it. The security guards let the men in and as soon as they were in through the door, they bound and gagged the guards. They then took their time to steal twelve works of art. They were in the building for three hours. The security guards took a while to work out what was happening, and they thought that they were being arrested until one of the thieves told them that it was a robbery. They took their time getting exactly what they wanted and by passed many famous works.”
    Elsa-May looked up at the other widows. “It is clear that they must have been working from a list as if they had special orders from people. Well, that’s what I think anyway. I think Ettie was right.”
    Emma noticed a beaming smile on Ettie’s face. It was not often that Elsa-May gave her schweschder a compliment, and it was clear that Ettie appreciated it.
    Elsa-May glanced down at the papers in her hand. “Altogether those twelve pieces of art were worth $500 million dollars.”
    The widows all gasped, and Maureen said, “Is that right? I’ve never heard of so much money.”
    “ Englischers can pay a lot of money for paintings if it’s by a famous artist,” Silvie said.
    “It’s hard to even imagine things worth that much money,” Emma said. “What else does it say on the papers there, Elsa-May?”
    Elsa-May’s eyes dropped to the papers once more. “It says that the FBI believe that the organization that carried out the robbery moved to the Philadelphia area after the theft. They also believe that some of the works were sold in the early 2000s.”
    Ettie picked up a piece of paper. “Here’s what Bailey is going to have someone paint.”
    The widows all looked at the picture of the Chez Tortoni.
    “Certainly doesn’t look like it’d be worth millions of dollars,” Maureen said.
    “Apparently it is,” Elsa-May said.
    “How old is the painting?” Emma asked while she stared into the likeness of it.
    “I’m pretty sure that Bailey said that it was painted over a hundred years ago,” Ettie said. “Around the 1880s.”
    “I hope all this works out. I hope it’s not all for nothing,” Silvie said when it was her turn to view the picture.
    “Things will work out, just you wait and see,” Elsa-May said. “Ettie and I have been praying for Bailey for some time.”
    “You have?”
    Elsa-May and Ettie smiled, and Ettie said, “ Jah, we have.”
     

 
    Chapter 4.
    Fear none of those things which thou shalt suffer:
    behold, the devil shall cast some of you into prison,
    that ye may be tried; and ye shall have tribulation ten days:
    be thou faithful unto death, and I will give thee a crown of life.
    Revelation 2:10
     
    The prison guards led Marvin Forsythe to an interview room where Bailey was waiting for him.
    Marvin laughed when he saw Bailey. “You are the last person I expected to see.”
    Bailey looked Marvin up and down. He looked