She turned around a time or two and then with a guessing tone pointed to the west wall and asked, "There?"Yup, see that shiny copper pipe coming down ...he wall?" That is the main line to the sprinkler and...", before I could explain further she quickly headed to the shut off valve and threw it wide open. The relief valve cap wasn't in place, which was what I was going to caution, and a strong jet of ice cold water sprayed her right in the face. She was so shocked that she didn't make the move to. Drinking was the only thing that dulled my sense of guilt for a while.”“But who... ?” started Shelia.“It’s got to be the mother. The father’s been dead for years now.”“Marjorie Timmings?”“Yeah. She swore at the trial that she would get even with Toomey. Of course she didn’t know about our involvement then. Somehow she has found out we were involved and is taking out her revenge by killing our daughters the same way her daughter was raped and murdered. I didn’t put it together at first but then. Crispin for the saint, Henry for the King, Humphrey for the King’s brother who fought upon St Crispin’s Day, and Edward for the Duke of York, killed at the battle.Both of Humphrey’s brothers, Edward and Henry, were older than he was and had sons to carry on the Appleby line, thus Humphrey was content to remain a bachelor and have many liaisons. Unfortunately, when Humphrey graduated from Cambridge aged twenty-one Sir Crispin decided Humphrey should marry Phoebe Frobisher. The Frobishers were. “Sure am,” he said, while jumping up and grabbing his coat. “Where to,” he asked, as they hurried towards the elevator. “I’m really tense today,” she replied, “how about Under The Table?” He laughed and said, “Tense huh? Sounds good to me!” Talking shop until they entered the restaurant, their tone quickly changed as the hostess asked what type of table they wanted. “We both want girls,” Dawn answered without.