The Shut Mouth Society (20 page)

Evarts wanted to ask her if she had a problem with him, but she marched up the steps and into the building. He had no choice but to scurry after her.

The interior of the building didn’t disappoint. A chest-high dark wood counter curved around from the entrance to a reception counter. An oriental rug muffled footsteps, and huge original oil paintings adorned the walls. Glass doors separated a beautifully decorated reading room to the left, and Evarts could see an elegant room ahead with rows of bookshelves. He felt relief when he saw the man behind the counter. He looked like an indifferent rent-a-cop.

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Patricia Baldwin, life member.”

He barely gave her a glance before checking his computer screen. “ID.”

She showed him her driver’s license, and he waved them in without asking about Evarts. Definitely a rent-a-cop.

As soon as they entered the library, Baldwin turned and walked through a narrow hall until she reached a tiny elevator door. She pushed the call button.

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Where are we going?” Evarts asked.

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Upstairs to the law stacks. We’ll get a private research room so we can talk.”

On the third floor, Baldwin went directly to a small room furnished in Federalist antiques or excellent reproductions. As she entered, she flipped a plaque mounted next to the door so it read “occupied.” She immediately opened her briefcase and spread out her papers and laptop on a small table. “Welcome to the Athenaeum.”

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You seem pretty familiar with a place you said you hadn’t used.”

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I said I hadn’t used it in years. I did some of my doctoral research in this very room.”

The small room had two easy chairs along with a worktable and original oil paintings. The atmosphere had been carefully crafted to look refined and soothing.

Without preamble, she handed him the list of law books. “I think you should get to work.”

Over the next three hours, Evarts tried seven law books without success. After finishing with one, he would leave the room to replace the book in the stacks and get the next book on her list. Baldwin, on the other hand, pulled several dozen books into the reading room and stacked them on the floor until it was hard to move around.

Evarts needed a break, so he flopped into one of the easy chairs. “When I visited your office, you kept everything neat.”

She didn’t look up from the book she was reading. “I am neat. I know what’s in every stack.”

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Find anything?”

She gave him an exasperated look. “Have you finished the list?”

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No. I need to rest my eyes … and I’m hungry.”

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Later. I want to finish this.”

Evarts looked at her stacks of books. “That could take days.”

She reached down to one of her stacks and threw him a book. “Look up William Evarts in the index.”

He did. What he found made his hunch seem plausible. William Evarts was Roger Sherman’s grandson. He graduated from Yale, where he joined Skull and Bones. He got his law degree from Harvard. He was U.S. District Attorney in New York and led the New York delegation to the 1860 Republican National Convention. President Lincoln sent him on two secret diplomatic missions to Great Britain in 1863 and 1864. He served as attorney general under President Johnson and acted as chief council in the Johnson impeachment hearings. President Hayes appointed him secretary of state, and he later served in the U.S. Senate.

Evarts looked up to find Baldwin buried in two books. “What do you make of this? It looks like he had the trust of at least three presidents.”

She took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes. “That’s encyclopedia stuff, surface history. We’ve got to get deeper. Did he influence Lincoln’s nomination at the convention? What instructions did Lincoln give him for the Great Britain missions? What cases did he pursue as attorney general? Right now I’m checking the Skull and Bones connection, and it looks promising. So far, I’ve identified eight Sherman family members that belonged to the Order of Skull and Bones at Yale.” She looked up and caught Evarts’s eye. “You were in army intelligence. What do you know about the connections between Skull and Bones and the CIA?”

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Nothing. What do you mean?”

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There’s been a supposed connection between Yale and intelligence ever since Nathan Hale spied for George Washington. Hale and three other Yale graduates made up the Culper Ring, America’s first intelligence operation. Since then, Yale and spying have gone hand in hand. William H. Russell founded Skull and Bones at Yale in 1832, and ever since then, the secret society has been intertwined with our country’s intelligence operations.”

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Why do you say a supposed connection?”

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Because secret societies and intelligence organizations don’t publish minutes of their meetings. It’s all speculation.”

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Well, it may surprise you to hear this, but army intelligence and the CIA don’t get along.”

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You must have heard scuttlebutt,” Baldwin insisted.

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It’s common knowledge that the CIA recruits at Yale, and it makes sense that they would prefer people who have already shown an affinity for secret societies. Where do you think this leads us?”

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The Shut Mouth Society might be connected to either the CIA or Skull and Bones or both.”

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Too Hollywood. I think Skull and Bones is a clique of sophomoric snobs who get a kick out of playing stupid games. They like to pretend they’re going to rule the world.”

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Many of them do rule the world. They’re notorious for helping each other out in their careers.”

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As do all fraternity brothers. I don’t think we ought to jump to conclusions. Let’s follow the facts we know.”

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Which are?”

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The Shut Mouth Society was a loose family alliance until Booth assassinated Lincoln; then they turned into a clandestine society. The Society’s founding family has wielded enormous political power, and we think we’ve identified that family as the Sherman progeny. They have Lincoln documents in their possession, including some encrypted messages. And most important, somebody is killing people to keep something secret.”

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What about the eight Sherman family members who joined Skull and Bones?” Baldwin countered.

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If you go to Yale and you’re from a prominent family and you’re not a total loser, then you’ll likely get invited to join the most exclusive fraternity on campus.”

“
Is that an army intelligence officer talking or a descendant of William Evarts?”

Evarts felt annoyed. “I’m not interested in my ancestors. I just don’t want to waste time following false leads. An inner CIA conspiracy sounds like a bad movie script. I ran into a bunch of those people, and most of them can’t find their way to the toilet without written directions.”

“
Now you
are
talking like an army intelligence officer.”

“
Touché.” Evarts thought a minute. “Listen, let’s get something to eat. I can’t concentrate with only a bowl of cereal. Afterwards you can pursue the Skull and Bones connection, and I’ll get cracking on the code again. It wouldn’t have been given to us unless it held the key to unraveling this mystery.” Evarts stopped. After a moment he said, “Damn it, I’m getting slow. Somebody gave us those documents, which means that someone is trying to help us. They may have drawn us into a dangerous game, but they gave us clues.”

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So?”

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That means good people are out there somewhere. I’ve been focused on identifying the bad guys, but we should also be looking for our allies. We’re going to need all the help we can get, especially if your theory about Skull and Bones proves correct.”

“
How do you propose we find these so-called good guys?”

Evarts smiled. “That’s easy. Follow your parents.”

Chapter 21

Since they had plenty of money, Baldwin suggested the Federalist Restaurant almost directly across the street from the Athenaeum. The high-end establishment catered to lobbyists trying to schmooze state legislators, so the establishment arranged the tables far apart and used partitions between some for additional privacy. The décor surprised Evarts. The restaurant name and the Athenaeum led him to expect an Early American interior, not a contemporary style using a gray and brown muted color scheme.

Once they had a table, Evarts excused himself and found a pay phone to call Lieutenant Clark. One o’clock in Boston would be ten o’clock in California. Evarts didn’t like making these calls, so he hoped Clark had an answer by now.

He returned from the phone and slid into his chair. “The New Canaan police haven’t closed your parents’ case because her purse contained no wallet or keys. For the time being, they assume someone came along afterwards and stole them from the wreckage.”

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But we know different, don’t we?” She looked ready to cry again, but she squared her shoulders and lifted her chin. “Sorry. Part of the reason I didn’t want to leave the library was because the research distracted me.”

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I know, but you have to eat … and you’re right. They took her keys and ID so they could search the apartment.”

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They won’t get past the doorman. That’s a tough building. Even if you arrive in a ConEd truck wearing all the appropriate gear, they won’t let you upstairs unless you’re on the day-list, keys or no keys. Firemen might gain access … but there better be smoke.” Then Baldwin’s voice suddenly faltered. “Oh shit, cops. They could get in, huh?”

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Yes.”

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How will they do it?” she asked.

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Pretend to be New Canaan police and tell the doorman they’re investigating the death of a couple from the building. Probably show a forged search warrant. Search warrants aren’t hard to pull off, because most people have never seen one.” He started to reach for her hand but held back. “Trish, they’ve probably already gained access and searched the apartment. Nothing to be done now.” This time, Evarts did reach over and cover her hand with his. “I’m sorry.”

She slipped her hand out from under his. “They didn’t find what they’re looking for.”

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How do you know?”

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My dad kept secrets … and he was very good at it.” She picked up the menu. “Let’s eat.”

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First, tell me what’s wrong. Why are you angry with me?”

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Nothing’s wrong. Don’t you think I deserve a day or two in a foul mood?”

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Of course, but I want to help and you seem to be pushing me away.”

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There’s nothing wrong. At least nothing I want to discuss.”

That told Evarts that she did have an issue with him. Did she blame him for getting her involved in this series of tragedies? For her parents’ death? He didn’t know, but he decided to give her her day or two before broaching the subject again.

The Federalist menu made Evarts cringe, but he ignored price and ordered a steak sandwich. Baldwin chose a Caesar salad with chicken.

“
Why did you say we should follow my parents to find the good guys?”

“
Because you said your parents were basically good people, and I don’t believe Douglass had a mean bone in his body. Something about this whole thing doesn’t make sense. Throughout history, the extended Sherman family has shown an idealist and progressive bent. None of these people have ever demonstrated a penchant for the kind of violence we’ve witnessed. I think we should proceed on an assumption of warring factions within the Society.”

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You think Douglass and my parents were on the good side?”

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I do. Douglass said he didn’t belong to the Shut Mouth Society, but it looks like your parents may have belonged, so we follow their trail.”

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How?”

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First, tell me everything you know about your parents. Everything, no matter how trivial or how much it hurts. Start at the beginning, when you first noticed something askew.”

The food arrived before she got very far in her story. She looked at Evarts’s steak sandwich with fries and said, “I need a gym. I haven’t worked out in six days, and I feel paralysis creeping up on me. Besides, I need to release some tension.”

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I saw one above the Starbucks on the corner. We can go after we finish for the day.”

“
I prefer morning workouts.”

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I prefer surfing in the mornings. Evening workouts hype the appetite for dinner.”

“
There’s no surf here, so we’ll work out in the mornings. Speaking of the beach, I need to go to Macy’s. Other than that beach attire you bought me, I have one and a half outfits.”

Evarts decided not to argue about the gym. “I need a computer store too. Can you check books out of this library?”

“
Yes, but I hate to limit myself to just a few books. Why do you need a computer store?”