She was a
sour face nun and smelled rather musty
But all were
in awe of Sister Agatha Chrustie
A suspicious
death or anything shady
Could be
quickly solved by this remarkable lady
Agatha gave
the body a quick once over
Standing
next to her was Brother Grover
“Sister
Agatha, am I right in saying that this is not Ilirium we put in the ground?”
“Yes. According
to the few things I’ve found, I would say that conclusion is sound.”
“May I ask
how you came upon that belief?”
“Good grief,
didn’t you notice that this man has few teeth?”
Grover gave
his forehead a few slaps. “Perhaps I should have noticed the gaps.”
“The most
obvious clue is the size of the feet. Ilirium’s feet are more petite.”
“At that
time I never expected deceit. Is your examination complete?”
“Yes, you
make inform his next of kin.”
“Do you think that his twin could have committed
this sin?”
“Either him
or others within.”
“This is
becoming very weird. Two more monks have since disappeared.”
“Rather
convenient. Borium and Truman have always been deviant. But let’s not jump to
any conclusion. Steadfast persistence will provide a solution.”
“Sister,
I’ll help in any way I can. Anything I can do to find this man.”
“Rule number
one is never assume. If we didn’t do that there would be no need to exhume.
This could have been a man or this could have been a woman. It could have been
Borium and it could have been Truman. Always suspect any living human. What
really puzzles me is how the cuts are arranged. The pattern suggests someone
deranged.”
“There have
been problems from a monk from the Emerald Isle. But something like this is not
his style.”
“Ah, Brother
Blaine. Let me see what I can ascertain.”
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