Chapter ONE - Weebly

still uncertain, and so when a figure in the far corner
moved, rising from a small wooden chair, Ethan nearly
jumped out of his skin.
“That is Mister Pell,” Troutbeck told Ethan,
amusement in his voice as it reverberated loudly off the
stone. “He is sitting vigil with the body. I trust that if you
need anything he can help you.”
The curate turned to go.
“Who brought her here?” Ethan asked, his pulse still
racing from the fright the second minister had given him.
Troutbeck stopped and faced him once more.
“Pardon?”
“Who brought the body to King’s Chapel?”
“I don’t know. I wasn’t here last night.”
“Two men of the night watch,” said the minister in
the corner. “They said they had been called by a man
who found her lying in a deserted lane, and that Berson
requested they bring her here.”
“You see?” Troutbeck said. “Mister Pell should be
able to answer any questions you have.” He nodded
curtly to Ethan and then to the minister before returning
to the stairway. This time, Ethan made no effort to stop