Armed with a bagful of croissants and other delights from
the only genuine French baker in Oxfordshire (or so Jean-Claude the proprietor
claimed), Jim and Colin drove to the Hurley cottage and were heartily received
by Gary, who had just arrived from shopping at the genuine English bakery in
Upper Grumpsfield, run appropriately by a Mr Crumb supported by a wide-ranging assortment
of relatives.
Dorothy’s mission to find out who had informed the Gazette
about the ‘headless corpse’ had been fulfilled thanks to Al’s explanation of
why he thought his action was in the public interest. She did not want to dwell
on the idea that Albert was just a teenager looking for sensationalism.
It’s me again. Remember me?Dorothy Price? One of the original Upper Grumpsfield sleuths?
The goings-on at Monkton Priory have not gone unnoticed by
me, but I am disappointed that I am not being invited to share in the project.
After all, I did put Cleo onto the Monks in the first place.
Mr Sloane had heard nothing from the forensic team, so having notified
Al, he expected im to turn up at around 10 a.m. Sloane wrenched himself out of Joyce’s
bed and made his way to the priory at about 7 armed with a torch and an
umbrella and did what Al would otherwise have had to do.