by Johnny Glover
Yaxley logged off the computer and left Reg Dixon's house to it's books,
dust and silence. He returned the key to Mrs.Brancaster, the next door neighbour,
and climbed into Sergeant Stumpsfield's patrol car. After less than thirty
hours in the area, Yaxley was already becoming familiar with the road between
Barnham and Ealham. He drove through the village, once more having to make
way for Darren Worthington in his tractor. The thought occurred to Yaxley
that the boy just drove in circles all day, listening to heavy metal on his
walkman. Once he was past the last stretch of housing on the outskirts of
Barnham, Yaxley threw the gearstick into top gear and sped in the direction
of Ealham Cathedral. He bounced the patrol car up onto the pavement in the
shadow of the imposing East Tower of the building that had dominated the
Fen Landscape for the past seven hundred years or so. Yaxley, though, had
no time to dwell on historical matters as he barged through the forbidding
oak door, almost banging his head on the low beam. He strode purposefully
in the direction of a sign, which indicated a flower festival, which was
due to be held over the next couple of days. Yaxley's passage was suddenly
halted
by a young man dressed in green corduroy's and a black V neck sweater. He
stepped smartly into Yaxley's path with the fleetness of foot that an AC
Milan defender would use on a body check manoeuvre against a dribbling left
winger. The young man gave a small embarrassed cough and almost said 'Ahem
!'. Farcett moved to the left. His be-sweatered opponent moved with him.
Dropping his right shoulder, Yaxley aimed for a gap between a gold plated
eagle and a pillar. His way was blocked again. This time Yaxley stood his
ground and glared at the man.
'Go on then' he asked. 'What's the game ? Is it my cap ? Not allowed to enter
the hallowed portals while the Bishop is eating his lunch?' It was while
he was getting himself worked up into rather a lather that Yaxley noticed,
for the first time, the dog collar that the young cathedral defender was
wearing.
'Oh..! Inspector Farcett !' replied Anne Worthington, 'Fancy seeing you here'.
The young vicar stepped aside and Yaxley entered the main aisle of the
cathedral...
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Episode 69: "Yaxley Does The Hucklebuck" (May 19th 1998
12.50pm)
After
discovering the land fraud that implicated Cedric Morgan and Graham Trent
and also reading a vaguely threatening E-Mail that Trent had sent to Reg
Dixon, Yaxley Farcett had decided that it was imperative that he meet with
Anne Worthington again. After all, he only had the mailings and diary scribblings
of Dixon to go on so far. Until he heard Anne's version of events he knew
he would have to hold back. After all, Dixon could have been a conspiracy
fantasist. He knew there were a lot of them about. This was, however, something
to go on, and could eventually lead him to the murderer.
'Ah' mumbled Yaxley, quickly taking off his cap and stuffing it in the back
pocket of his own, borrowed, corduroy's. 'I'm dreadfully sorry sir' said
the young cleric in a soft voice, 'but we have a charge for entry to the
Cathedral nowadays. For the upkeep, you know. Maybe you've heard of our
campaign?' Yaxley apologised for his aggressiveness and explained that
he was a Detective Inspector for the East Anglian Constabulary Drainage Squad
and that he was trying to get hold of a lady who was potentially in mortal
danger. The cleric looked Yaxley up and down, taking in the uncombed hair,
Brutus shirt, overly tight trousers and trainers. 'Hmmm' he replied with
what appeared to be a disbelieving tone, 'And you'll have some identification
to back that up I expect?
Farcett
reached into his pocket and realised that his wallet and warrant card were
still at the station with his clothes. 'Err..No I haven't. Sorry. You're
just going to have to take my word for it'. The cleric shook his head gravely
before saying, 'I'm sorry sir. Two pounds or out you go'. Just then, to Yaxley's
immense relief, Anne Worthington appeared from behind a pillar with a wicker
basket full of flowers in her arms. 'Mrs.Worthington !!' Yaxley bellowed,
causing around twenty five people to spin round and glare at him.