By David Ashton
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Quel dommage. So regrettable. A dreadful sight to be sure, she remembered. She had borne witness to so many things. In truth, there were two participants missing from the scene. Where, she wondered, was the other? A gust of wind blasted the rain almost horizontally into the face of Reverend Sneddon, and the man of god moved hastily to follow the straggle of departing mourners towards the waiting carriages. He left a space where piety had endured and through that frame, past the attendant gravediggers who stood patiently biding the time to begin their labour, Margaret saw a shrouded figure in the distance under a threadbare dripping tree.
She regained her equilibrium close to his chest and lifted her face. The drips from the brim of his bowler fell on to her cheeks and chin. Her tongue reached out to savour one. She let the liquid linger upon that fleshly organ, and then swallowed. ‘I have come to say goodbye,’ McLevy announced, his voice somewhat hoarse but he blamed it on the weather. ’ ‘Goodbye Mistress Bouch. ’ She laughed into the teeth of the wind, turned abruptly, pulled down her veil and marched off and back up the hill to where the Furies still stood and waited, under the umbrella.
Roach asked, his brooding gaze flitting round the room. He had in truth been rather perturbed to open the door and find his constable in commune, apparently, with the occult. He knew Mulholland for a staunch Protestant, if Irish, and hoped the young man was not being religiously undermined by the wave of mesmerism, spiritualism, psychic phenomena and the like, sweeping the country. Had the Queen herself not been rumoured to have once taken part in a séance in order to contact her dearly beloved Albert?