The business card he’d given her wasn’t actually lost. She’d told the woman it was because there was something suspicious about her.But the business card wasn’t what she expected. It had the man’s name—Fred Norton—and his business address along with the name of his gallery in New York City. It didn’t have a telephone number.Impulsively Phoebe dialed information and gave the name of the gallery. The operator told her there was no such listing. There was one that was close, so Phoebe called it and asked for Norton. She was told that no one by that name worked for them.She hung up and stared at the telephone curiously. What if the man who sold her the effigy figure was the same man who’d stolen it in the first place?Impulsively she phoned the school the teacher had said she worked for. She asked for Miss Mason and waited while the woman was called to the phone.“Miss Mason?” Phoebe asked carefully.“Yes, what can I do for you?” someone replied in an unfamiliar voice.“I’m Phoebe Keller at the Chenocetah Museum,”
