A Dark And Stormy Night
“Please.’ I put my hand on his arm. ‘I didn’t mean to offend you. It’s just that this horrible business is the only thing I can think about. I wish to goodness I’d never seen that miserable skeleton. That’s what started everything!’ ‘No, my dear. And it is I who should apologize. I should not have been so snappish with you. But your discovery did not begin this matter. It began long ago, with whoever buried the poor man under the tree. And if you had not found the evidence, someone else would have.’ ‘Yes, well, that would have suited me better,’ I retorted. ‘I was so looking forward to seeing a proper Guy Fawkes celebration. I love fireworks. I’m being childish; sorry.’ ‘It is a great pity, all round. Have you never celebrated the Fifth of November?’ ‘No. I’ve lived in England only a few years, and somehow Alan and I have never been in the right place on that day. He’s told me all about it, of course, the Catholic plot to blow up Parliament. I’m still not quite sure why the Gunpowder P...lot should be a cause for celebration.’ ‘But we celebrate not the plot, but the fact that it was foiled.’ ‘Isn’t it just a little . . .MoreLess
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