Mystery at Baddeley Clinton (revision 3)
Nicholas returned early, gasped; the priest was stroking his wife’s chin - or perhaps
he was about to choke her. Horror fuelled rage, sword flashed in candle light.
Step over him now, buried in upright stance beneath St Michael’s entrance. As penance, he built the church steeple.
The library floor remains ensanguine by the stone arched fireside, but it’s pig’s blood daubed on the boards.
Erroneous legend; the killing took place in an ancient room no longer standing.
Now, footsteps echo along panelled corridors that lead to the reading room.
Voices argue, startle; a priest takes mass in the shadows. A woman in black drifts
through walls. Objects move, door handles turn - hands unseen.
-------------------------------------------- Mystery at Baddesley Clinton (revision 2)
Nicholas returned early, the priest’s hands on his wife’s chin. Was he stroking her or trying to choke her? Was it jealousy or fear when rage erupted, sword drawn on the holy man?
Nicholas paid penance, building a steeple for St Michael’s. You can step over him, buried in upright stance beneath the church entrance.
The library floor remains ensanguine by the stone arched fireside; tests conclude pig’s blood was daubed on the boards. Yet this killing was chronicled in an ancient room.
Arguing voices startle; the priest takes mass in the dark. Footsteps echo along panelled corridors that lead to the reading room. A woman in black drifts through walls, objects move and door handles turn by unseen hands.
------------------------------------------ Murder at Baddesley Clinton (revision1)
The library floor remains ensanguine in front of the stone arched fireplace, topped with its oak over-mantel.
Nicholas returned early, the priest was stroking his wife's chin. Was he flirting or about to strangle her? Rage erupted, sword stabbing life from the holy man.
Nicholas paid penance, building a steeple for St Michael’s. You can step over him, buried in upright stance beneath the entrance.
Indelible blemishes by the fireside tested to be pig's blood, yet a killing was chronicled in part of the house no longer standing.
Arguing voices startle; the priest takes mass in the dark. Footsteps echo along panelled corridors that lead to the reading room. A woman in black drifts through walls, objects move and handles turn by unseen hands.
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Murder at Baddesley Clinton
The library floor remains ensanguine in front of the stone arched fireplace topped with its oak over-mantel.
Nicholas returned early, discovered the priest stroking his wife's chin. Was he flirting or about to strangle her? Rage erupted, sword stabbing life from the holy man.
Indelible blemishes by the fireside tested to be pig's blood, yet a killing was chronicled in the ancient section of the house,
Footsteps sometimes echo along panelled corridors that lead to the reading room; door handles turn by unseen hands.
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