Wednesday, 16 August 2017

THIRTEEN - Private eyes and others

Friday cont. then the weekend of October 6th

It was mid-afternoon before Gary got away from the office. He had tried to find out more about Kate Crown’s past, but had drawn a blank. Either she had not got things wrong in the past, or else nothing had been reported to the police. Gary thought Cleo should take a look at her before he came to any conclusions. To that end he had spoken to Chris and acquired the equipment necessary for a small blood sample to be obtained from her that day.

Sunday, 9 July 2017

TWELVE - Pills and patients

Friday cont.
Cleo’s morning had included her chat with Robert and Dorothy’s visit. As usual, Grit had taken PeggySue to the nursery and done the shopping. Toni had taken the older twins for a walk to explore Upper Grumpsfield, while Max and Mathilda spent most of the morning in the arm of one or other of the two sleuths until the babies needed feeding before being put to bed for a sleep. Toni had integrated well into the family. Tommy and Teddy had taken to her immediately. Charlie and Lottie stuck around to help.

Thursday, 6 July 2017

ELEVEN - In remembrance...

Friday cont.

The knowledge that Miss Barbarella Knowles was the owner of the car that was observed racing away from the church hall occupied Dorothy’s thoughts all the way home. She would not go around asking questions until she had discussed the situation with Cleo, she decided. A number plate belongs to the car, she argued. The driver could have been someone else – perhaps the car was hijacked.

Monday, 3 July 2017

TEN - Ticking over

Friday 5th October

It was not until after breakfast that Cleo was able to discuss her phone call with Fay Colby or even tell Gary the astonishing news about Brass. The rest of Thursday evening had been taken up with getting the family organized. Gary had not been back to HQ, but had called Nigel to hear of anything he should know about and drawn a blank. It seemed as if HQ was simply ticking over as they waited for forensic findings and research into various aspects of various other cases had been carried out. It was what Cleo liked to call the summer hole and Gary was certainly in danger of falling into it.
Dorothy phoned to say she had been to see Jane Barker at the hospital, but had not been able to talk to her properly.
“At least she has recovered consciousness, Dorothy. That’s a step in the right direction.”

Friday, 23 June 2017

NINE - Toni

Thursday cont.

Gary and Roger were tucking into their pizzas at Romano’s bistro when Greg phoned.
“Mrs Barker’s in a coma, Gary, but the doctor thinks she’ll live.”
“I damn well hope she does. I’d really like to ask her some questions.”

Wednesday, 21 June 2017

EIGHT - Finding's keeping

Thursday cont. 

Gary was propping up the low wall surrounding the Fargo garden when Cleo drove up.
“There’s no one in,” he said, hugging Cleo briefly.
“That’s not really surprising,” said Cleo. “I expect everyone’s at work. What about the garden?”
“Chris has gone round the back, but nothing seems to have been disturbed recently and judging from the beautifully trimmed lawn edges and tidiness I should think they employ a gardener, so it’s hardly likely that they would dig a large hole somewhere.”

SEVEN - Soup kitchen

Thursday, 4th October

If Jane Barker had not joined the Finch Nightingales as provider of refreshments and modest addition to the altos, Louise Keys would have been less worried about the coming rehearsal!
Admittedly, if the issue with Toby Bates’ poisoning had not been a problem requiring urgent attention, the very idea that the soup served by Jane as light refreshment on a cool summer evening was contaminated might never have occurred to anyone.

Monday, 12 June 2017

SIX - Deathcap

Wednesday cont.                 This chapter has a new ending!

It was no wonder that Cleo’s trip to Middleton library did not reveal much, since Bertie Browne published anything resembling anything in his twice-weekly Gazette that was long on page-filling, but short on information and entirely independent of accuracy. Hot air was good enough to fill the pages that were not devoted to price-slashing (if you can believe that) offers of cars, cats and cucumbers. The Fargo family did not merit a single mention.

Thursday, 25 May 2017

FIVE - Den of Thieves?

Wednesday cont.

Cleo decided to find out more about the Fargo family herself before regaling Gary with Dorothy’s advice. It was just possible that the tramp had genuinely been mistaken for the deceased relative. One way into that mystery would be to find out who the tramp really was. Social services might know, but when asked they professed to have nothing to do with wayfarers, old or young, after passing them along to another department, usually the police.

Tuesday, 16 May 2017

FOUR - Night Rider

Tuesday night, Wednesday 3rd October

Edith Parsnip had allowed Robert to leave and was getting was ready for a lonely night when Brass banged the vicarage gargoyle against the solid oak front door, so she answered the door in her negligée, a flimsy garment that revealed more than it hid.
“I’m sorry to wake you,” apologised Brass. “I just need to know what you saw and heard behind the church hall, Mrs Parsnip.”
“It’s Edith and come in,” she said, dragging the surprised sergeant inside. “We don’t want to wake Miss Baker, do we?”

Monday, 1 May 2017

THREE - One down, more to go

Tuesday 2nd October

Fred Bradley, known to everyone as Brass, was one of a rota of cops who ran the local constabulary in Upper Grumpsfield. It was really only a room with a counter and IT equipment, a coat stand and a tiny back room sporting hygienic facilities, a fridge and a coffee machine. 

TWO - Louise Keys calls the tune

Monday cont. into Tuesday

Cleo wondered how Gary would take the news that she was planning a project that would relieve her of the domesticity label she did not care much for.

Saturday, 29 April 2017

ONE - Ouverture and beginners, please

The day Louise Keys moved to Upper Grumpsfield should have been one of rejoicing and gladness. At least that’s what Mary Baker, who was now established at St Peter’s parish church as its lady curate, said.
But it wasn’t, as Dorothy Price who had been more or less the musical impulse of the village for years, realised the moment she set eyes on the woman.