Backlash
“There was an old carriage turning circle just yards from the house, and the moment his front wheels crossed on to it, Beresford stamped down on the brake. The car juddered, rocked, and slewed to the right. Gravel chips flew in all directions, some disappearing harmlessly into the undergrowth, some hitting the cars behind with a dull metallic thud.
And as the rest of the convey screeched to a halt behind them, Beresford and Paniatowski were already out of their own vehicle and sprinting desperately towards the house.
The front door resisted the first assault from the heel of Beresford’s shoe, but at the second, the wood around the keyhole splintered, and it swung complainingly open.
The large hallway lay ahead of them – the place where, in times gone by, the vicar would have received his guests. There was an elaborate staircase ascending to the left, and a much narrower set of stairs descending to the right. Beyond the stairs was a series of doors.
The first wave of officers from the o...ther cars had already arrived in the hall.MoreLess
And as the rest of the convey screeched to a halt behind them, Beresford and Paniatowski were already out of their own vehicle and sprinting desperately towards the house.
The front door resisted the first assault from the heel of Beresford’s shoe, but at the second, the wood around the keyhole splintered, and it swung complainingly open.
The large hallway lay ahead of them – the place where, in times gone by, the vicar would have received his guests. There was an elaborate staircase ascending to the left, and a much narrower set of stairs descending to the right. Beyond the stairs was a series of doors.
The first wave of officers from the o...ther cars had already arrived in the hall.MoreLess
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