Cleo and Gary were sure that Edith Parsnip had the strongest
motive to kill the vicar. The small birthmark on the tea-lady’s left hand that
Greg described could easily be verified. It was potentially a damning clue to
Edith’s guilt.
Just after midnight, Dorothy phoned. She had just arrived
home from the hospital in a taxi and was eager to tell Cleo what had happened
in the meantime. Gary listened in, of course. He was just as curious.
Saturday started late except for Charlie getting up soon
after six. She had switched on the Saturday morning kids’ TV entertainment,
made herself cocoa in the Micro, found the chocolate biscuits and settled down
for a couple of hours of uninterrupted viewing before the grown-ups appeared.
Dorothy’ phone-call had made Cleo uneasy. Her mind could not
get off the subject of Frank Cook. Was he responsible for the ridiculour idea
to take the day off when the Grisham case was in disarray and the vicar had
still not reappeared.
The vicar’s disappearance had left Upper Grumpsfield’s
parish church in disarray. The Bishop would be sure to send someone to preach
on Sunday, but that did not solve the problem of the traditional Christmas
entertainment.
Gary was giving PeggySue her supper when the door bell
rang. Cleo opened the door to Chris, who was accompanied by a young man. Gary introduced
his little daughter briefly and went to put her to bed. PeggySue was tired. She
would sleep all through whatever loud conversation and laughter ensued.
Cleo and Dorothy agreed that the walk down the hill to Lower
Grumpsfield would do them good. It was quite a long way. Plenty of time to
discuss the Grishams and the continued absence of Frederick Parsnip.
Robert had included porterhouse steaks in Cleo's order
although she hadn’t ordered any. No T-bone, however. Was that symbolic of their
estrangement? T-bone steaks had been frequently on the menu that she and Robert
had grilled and eaten together when their appetite for them far exceeded the
appetite they had for one another. In the end, their passion for good food had
replaced any vestige of passion.
Cleo decided that she and Dorothy would find out more
about Grisham with their own methods. They would also make an effort to trace
the vicar, though Cleo did not think there was much hope if he had decided to
disappear. But they would tread carefully. No one should find out that they
were doing their own bit of spying since Gary would be furious!
From about ten
miles south of Upper Grumpsfield Gary followed the instructions given to him by
the patrol officer. He was to turn right off the main immediately after a pub named
‘The Swan’ that was on the right side of the road, and drive down a very bumpy
lanecalled ‘Swan Lane’ for about a hundred yards to an open space. There they
would find the car and the police officer in charge would be waiting for them.
The area had been cordoned off and an ambulance was standing by.
Although the five
Parsnip boys would inevitably brag at school about their hero of a father going
to Africa to convert the pagans, they were not sorry to see him go.