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was more to it than just the mutilation of those lovely children. There was something else, something very ominous. You could feel it and see evidence of itthe way the bark was stripped off the trees, the way things were smashed. It was a scene of total devastation. Everything was deadtrees, animals, even the flowers." His voice trailed off, and he began to sob. |
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"I take it from what you've just said that the three boys had nothing to do with the murder of those children?" |
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"Oh, no, Mr. Wages. The authorities had nothing else to go on. For a while they were inclined to suspect young Capers and Maccar had enticed the Breathwaite boy to join them in the despicable act, but I personally never supported that theory." |
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"Were the boys ever found?" |
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Bell sighed and shook his head. "Not to my knowledge," he said sleepily. His eyes were beginning to drift shut, and his head nodded. Mrs. Lancaster discreetly cleared her throat, a signal that, for the moment at least, my conversation with the Right Reverend Myron Bell was at an end. Despite her bulk, she gracefully maneuvered us out of the room without disturbing the slumbering man. |
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Writing fiction, for the most part, is a crawl-off-in-some-dark-corner and do-your-duty kind of thing. Most of the writers I |
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