Reply To: The Precious Life and Rambles of Liz Tattler

“I had the most awful nightmare”

Godfrey was taking his morning ginger tea, and talking to himself as usual, although it may have seem he was taking to the new gardener who had come inside for a glass of lemonade. The gardener raised his head, not sure what to answer.

“The neighbour had left corpses in front of the house, and I had to bury them so people wouldn’t think we’d killed them. It was night, but then I realized it was our dear friends, one had lost an arm even. I then realized they were after the money, and has simply settled there in their place. And then I woke up wondering why is that I hadn’t just called the police instead of making it more of a mess than it was.”

The gardener was still at the door, unsure if the pause meant he could finally go outside.

“Truth is, by burying the corpses, I not only became complicit, but also probably made the murderer’s work easier…”

“I’m sorry Sir, but I have to go back to work now,” the gardener finally said rather awkwardly. “Your bossy maid has ordered me to bury a rather large sack in the garden. I can’t let it sit in the sun like that.”

Godfrey looked at the gardener in mute horror.