"No, of course I don't mind paying the electric bill. Do Parnell and Leah have a key?" "No, Jane was firm about that. Parnell came to me and offered to go through and get Jane's clothes and things packed away, but of course I told him no." "Oh?" "They're yours," he said simply. "Everything"--and he gave that some emphasis, or was it only my imagination--"everything in this house is yours. Parnell and Leah know about their five thousand, and Jane herself handed him the keys to her car two days before she died and let him take it from this carport, but, other than that, whatever is in this house"--and suddenly I was alert and very nearly scared--"is yours to deal with however you see fit." My eyes narrowed with concentration. What was he saying that he wasn't really saying?"