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Authors: Phil Rickman

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‘I kept wanting to confess to Annie Howe.’ Lol looked at her, his glasses faintly misted. ‘Maybe it’s something about her that withers your resolve. But then I hadn’t got much resolve anyway.’

‘Much more than you used to have, sunshine.’

‘I mean,
I did it
. I killed him.’

‘Why do people keep throwing false confessions at me? You didn’t touch him.’

‘Which makes it worse. Like hiring a hit man.’

‘You didn’t hire the beam.’

‘Every time I walked under it, I instinctively ducked,’ Lol said, ‘although I knew I could walk under it upright, with three or four inches to spare.’

He’d followed Gomer’s advice, told Howe that Dexter was coming after him and he just ran upstairs. In fact, Lol had sat on the stairs and insulted Dexter, building up Dexter’s fury to the point where...

‘But if he’d
suspected
there might have been a low beam there,’ Merrily said, ‘he’d have bent his head, and then he’d have...’

‘Taken me apart.’

‘And you didn’t know the beam was going to
kill
him.’

‘Well, that’s the point. I didn’t care.’

‘Lol, look at me,’ Merrily said. ‘With Alice lying there,
I
wouldn’t have cared.’

Prayer and cleansing in the inner hall. Some savage scrubbing of the floor. She’d offered to conduct Dexter’s funeral at Hereford Crematorium, but the Bishop didn’t think it was wise under the circumstances.

‘I wonder where he got his inhalers.’

‘I think he or Darrin would know people who did chemists’ shops. Not that Dexter would personally associate with that kind of low life...’

In the village – this made him feel even more uncomfortable – people smiled at Lol now.
’Ow’re you, Mr Robinson?

Scary.

‘Do you think I should ask Jeavons over for Christmas lunch? I know it’s a bit late, now, and with Eirion coming over...’

‘Lew’s going to his mother-in-law’s.’

She looked at him suspiciously. ‘You’ve become very friendly with Jeavons...’

‘I don’t understand it either. Normally I don’t get on with priests at all.’

‘All right,’ Merrily said, ‘what did the estate agent say?’

She knew the agents had been trying to get hold of him because Prof Levin had called to pass on the message.

‘It’s not
necessarily
good news,’ Lol said. ‘The people who were buying the house called yesterday to pull out. The husband said he was very annoyed that nobody had told them. He’s a lawyer in London. He said there’d been a precedent and someone had received a considerable out-of-court settlement as a result of a similar failure to disclose a problem of this nature.’

‘Huh?’

‘They have a five-year-old son, and he was playing about upstairs and he came down in tears and said he wanted them to have their
own
house. Said the same thing the next time they came. They got it out of him that he kept meeting an old woman on the landing. In a cloak.’

Merrily sat up.

‘The wife went into Jim Prosser’s shop and asked him a few meaningful questions. The agent said Jim told them about Lucy, the poncho. He said she was well known as a witch.’

‘Jim said
that
?’

She thought,
’Ow’re you, Mr Robinson?

‘The agent said normally this sort of thing didn’t put people off any more. Kind of added to the charm of a house. She said, “Of course, I know you were a friend of the late Miss Devenish.” ’

‘Meaning it wouldn’t bother
you
...’

‘It wouldn’t have bothered these people either except that the kid suffers from...’ Lol hesitated. ‘He’s got asthma.’

‘I don’t like this,’ Merrily said.

‘I knew you wouldn’t. I asked for some time to think about it.’

‘If I told Huw Owen about this, he’d say it was some kind of occult trap.’

‘He’s away, though.’

‘Yes.’

‘You want to consult Jeavons?’

She looked at him in his Gomer Parry sweatshirt, his spare pair of glasses, a bruise around his left eye.

She leaned her head back against the sofa.

‘Nothing’s bloody simple in this job, is it?’

Early evening, she had a phone call from Beth Pollen, calling from the Stanner Hall Hotel where she and Jane were helping out. Jane said the atmosphere there was definitely better, although that might be psychological. Amber, she said, was usually cheerful; Ben was quiet and contemplative.

‘I went to Stanner Rocks this afternoon,’ Beth Pollen said. ‘Martin Booth, who’s in charge of the botanical survey, took a group of us up there – the first since the police removed their tapes and things. The naturalists were jolly worried about damage done to the site by all that activity. Have you heard of the Early Star of Bethlehem?’

‘Is that the unique...?’

‘The plant that’s unique, in this country, to Stanner Rocks. It’s just flowered.’

‘Oh.’

‘Despite the name, this doesn’t normally happen until February. Personally, I’m taking it as a sign of something. Jane thought you’d want to know. She wanted to bring you a sprig, but they wouldn’t let her touch it.’

Merrily smiled. ‘I should think not. Erm, have you spoken to Alistair Hardy?’

‘At length.’

‘Right. Well, about the twelve priests...’

‘I’m sorry?’ Mrs Pollen said.

‘Oh. Well.’ Merrily watched Lol playing with Ethel the cat. His sweatshirt had ridden up. An area above his waist was still purple and black. ‘Well, I hope you have a good Christmas,’ she said.

Afterword

A
LLOWING THE PARANORMAL
limited access to a mystery novel is a perilous business. All I can say is, I’ve lived not far from all of this for a long time, and there are some aspects of it that nobody in the area even tries to explain away.

The central theme was founded on fully-documented (as well as some original) research. Some years ago, there was a programme I wrote and presented and which Penny Arnold produced for BBC Radio called
The Return of the Hound
, investigating the origins of Arthur Conan Doyle’s most famous novel. The quotes between the text, from people with experience of the so-called Hound of Hergest (and, of course, the bull in the church), are taken from that programme. It would be hard to doubt the sincerity behind any of these interviewees, so thanks to all of them, and also to Susan and Ken Reeves of Kington Museum, historians Bob Jenkins and Alan Lloyd, Alun Lenny and Roy Palmer, author of
Herefordshire Folklore
(Logaston Press) the very worthy successor to Mrs Leather’s classic,
The Folklore of Herefordshire
. Incidentally, I’ve heard other intriguing stories relating to the Hergest mystery from people unwilling to be quoted, and you get the feeling that the spirit of Sebbie Dacre may also still be abroad in the Kington area.

However, the legend of Black Vaughan doesn’t always add up and leaves much to be unravelled. It would have been easy enough to add or alter a few details to make it more fiction friendly, but I didn’t like to touch it.

In the late 1980s, there was amused press speculation about the return of the Hound of the Baskervilles, when a mystery predator was said to be at large in the area of Clyro, in Radnorshire, where the Baskerville family had a country house and where the village pub is called the Baskerville Arms. Nothing was ever caught. The recent Beast of Llangadog also had its curious aspects.

You can see the remarkable double tomb of Thomas and Ellen in the Vaughan Chapel at Kington Church, and you can also see Hergest Court from the road, although it’s not open to the public. You may have difficulty finding Stanner Hall (or any trace of the Chancery family) although the Rocks are very apparent from the bypass. Thanks to Fred Slater, author of
The Nature of Central Wales
, and Andrew Ferguson, custodian of Stanner Rocks. Seriously,
don’t go up there without permission
; the ascent can be dangerous and some unique plant life is at risk. Besides, it’s more intriguing from a distance, and you can spot the body parts.

On healing and deliverance, many thanks this time to Peter Brooks (who provided much technical assistance and a timely copy of
Is Spiritualism of the Devil?
(1919) by Rev. F. Fielding Ould) and John Woolmer, whose penetrating book,
Healing and Deliverance
, I discovered thanks to its publisher Tony Collins of Monarch Books.
Healing the Family Tree
by Dr Kenneth McAll is published by Sheldon Press.

Recommended biographies of Sir Arthur are:
Teller of Tales
by Daniel Stashower (Penguin) – very strong on the spiritualist years – and
The Doctor, The Detective and Arthur Conan Doyle
by Martin Booth (Hodder and Stoughton).

Thanks, for technical assistance, to Tim Green and Julian Carey, of BBC Wales, John Mason, Pam Baker and Jane Froud of the Original Cloak and Dagger Company, deviser of murder-mystery weekends. To Prof. Bernard Knight for hangings. To editors (in order of appearance) John Jarrold, Peter Lavery and Nick Austin, for crucial tweaks. To Stefanie Bierwerth for smoothing paths.

Finally, the contribution over six solid weeks during the final rewrite by my wife, Carol – editor, director, inspired plot-doctor – was unparalleled and rescued this book from that familiar abyss. No one else could have done this with such perception and precision.

The background to this novel, with pictures of Stanner Rocks, Hergest, Kington Church, etc. can be found in Merrily’s Border (Logaston Press). The songs of Lol Robinson are available on two CDs,
Songs from Lucy’s Cottage
and
A Message from the Morning
, available through the website, www.philrickman.co.uk.

P.S. A short while ago, when the Hergest Pool was drained for cleaning, a large stone was found in the centre. Historian Alan Lloyd, who was quite interested to find out if there was anything underneath it, said no local farmer could be persuaded to use his tractor to find out.

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