Monthly Archives: August 2011

Rev’d Wattle was feeling disgruntled.  He had been looking forward to performing an exorcism on Aubrey Sinclair – the drama of it appealed to him and he liked the idea of summoning his faith to fight a demon rather than … Continue reading →

Vivienne had taken possession of a lovely new au pair.  This one was from just outside Agde in the South of France (she was steering clear of elvish Scandis for the while).  He was called Armand and had olive skin. … Continue reading →

What the Vicar was forced to listen to by Aubrey that afternoon was one of the most unpleasant things he had ever heard.  And he’d been a priest for more than forty years so that was indeed saying something.  These … Continue reading →

The Vicar sat perched awkwardly on the edge of a Queen Anne carver chair with a cup of tea balanced on his knee.   He was worried;  Aubrey Sinclair had telephoned him yesterday upon his release from custody and asked ominously … Continue reading →

Diana Chevaux swept past the duty officers at the desk of Blockstead police station.  They tried rather timidly to stop her, but knew by the set of her shoulders and the tweed of her skirt that this was a woman … Continue reading →

When PC Mayhew saw Saul Potts in the road waving him down, the hairs on the backs of his hands stood up.  His years of policing and trained eys meant that he recognised the man instantly as the fellow who … Continue reading →

In the darkening lane, Saul Potts, an unconscious Aubrey Sinclair and a dead Lally Rowe waited.  Mr Sinclair’s right leg kicked out a couple of times like a dog having a rabbiting dream, so despite having been under for some … Continue reading →

In the gathering gloom Saul Potts held the dead girl’s hand as he waited for help. Wherever her soul was headed, he wanted to reassure her that someone on this earth cared that she was taking her leave. There was … Continue reading →

Saul Potts was a seasoned gamekeeper and well used to blood.  But he was quite unprepared for the sight that greeted him as he limped out of the Landrover and around to the driver’s door of Miss Rowe’s vehicle. In … Continue reading →

All was well in Popwell.  It was a fine morning and so far no-one had been shot, nor had any small acts of violence been perpetrated.  After a soothing cup of Earl Grey with Violet, David Viney had been persuaded … Continue reading →