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The
good ladies of Timber are ready to find a wife for their new single
minister. Charles has ideas of his own when he meets Fiona, the lovely
accident-prone and outspoken part-time librarian. Fiona, on the other
hand is holding out for a knight on a white charger to carry her away
from her humdrum small town life. Fiona and Charles are thrown together
as they begin to solve an old mystery which has turned up in a library
book. Will Fiona's white knight ever show up to sweep her away? Will
Charles ever run out of invitations for cream cakes and lemon slice?
Fiona might just discover the sound of hoof-beats when she least expects
it.
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EXCERPT
Copyright 2015 © Sharon McGregor
“I can look to see who
checked out the book last,” said Fiona,” but it was likely a long time
ago. I mean, how many people would—” There she went again, putting her
foot in her mouth. “I’ll check the records.” She clamped her mouth
firmly shut before she could shoot herself in the foot again. She
giggled a little. What was this fetish she was developing for feet?
She pulled out the
pouch card for the book and looked up the member number in the card
index. “Last time this book went out was nearly three years ago. It was
checked out by Reverend Hamilton.”
“But my predecessor was Jonas Micklethwaite.”
“Yes, but he was only
here for a couple of years. I think he got tired of small town life, or
his wife did, and they moved to a larger place. Before him, it was
Reverend Hamilton. He was here for…well, forever, just about. He
christened me and my brother, too. Then his wife got sick and he had to
look after her until…well, until she died. He was pretty much ready to
retire then, he was quite old, and so he went over to Greenway to live
with his daughter.”
“I wonder if these letters are important to him.”
“Well, let’s check,” said Fiona, sliding her nail under one flap.
“We can’t do that!
They’re someone’s private letters!” Fiona gave a quick look at Reverend
Redpath’s face and concluded the outrage in his words wasn’t echoed in
the curiosity in his expression.
“And you call yourself a
detective?” she said. Then she flushed as she realized this was her
minister she was bantering with, not one of her friends.
“I don’t call myself a detective. You’d asked me why I didn’t become one. Anyhow, we can mail them to him in Greenway.”
“Look, this one isn’t
even sealed,” said Fiona, picking up the other letter. “So they’re not
really private.” She flipped it open and out popped a sheet of paper.
She pushed it between them sideways on the counter so they could both
read.
Ch9:15 Blessed be the woman who walketh by the banks of the river.
They exchanged puzzled looks.
“That’s strange,” Fiona spoke first.
“It’s definitely not
biblical, I can’t recall that verse in the scriptures anywhere, but it
was written by someone copying King James English.”
“It sounds like it comes from Psalms?” asked Fiona.
“It’s made to sound like a Psalm. But Psalm chapter nine verse fifteen is something quite different.”
“Maybe it’s a sort of
code?” said Fiona, turning over the envelope. “It has a letter J on the
front. Maybe it was a message for someone, James, or Jane, or Jack?”
“But why in code?”
“A rendezvous!” said Fiona. “It’s code for a lover’s tryst.”
“You read too many romance novels.”
“I do not! I read
mysteries, and biographies, and even Shakespeare. Well, maybe the odd
romance. Anyhow, it’s not a Bible verse, so why make it look like one?
And, what is the real quotation? Maybe it’s a clue.”
“Psalm nine is written by King David and it’s a song of praise.”
“But the exact quotation?”
“I’ll have to look it up.”
“I thought ministers knew the Bible by heart.”
“Not all of it verbatim. Where do you have a Bible?”
Fiona took a quick run to the shelves and brought back a Bible with both the Old and New Testaments.
She
handed it to Reverend Redpath who thumbed through it until he came to
the right page. “‘The heathen are sunk down in the pit that they made.
In the net which they hid is their own foot taken.’ Not at all like the
quote in the message.”
Fiona
considered for a moment. “So, if 9:15 doesn’t refer to a Bible verse,
it has another purpose. A time? Perhaps a 9:15 meeting?”
“You’re determined it’s a lover’s rendezvous, aren’t you?”
“Can you think of anything better?” Fiona retorted.
“I
think you’re probably right about the time.” Then he grinned. It
totally transformed his face from the ascetic one of an intellect to the
curious one of a small boy about to start an adventure. Fiona had to
smile in response. He went on. “But the jury’s still out on the purpose
of the meeting.”
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