by Johnny Glover
Episode 99: "Everyone Is For Sale" (May 20th 1998 3-30 pm)
Worthington had landed right in front of the door where about seven hundred
people would soon be expecting to walk through. Stuffing the phone away he
took a last look down at the increasingly gory scene some one hundred and
fifty feet below and made his way across the lead lined roof to the low door,
set in the corner of the tower. He made his way back down the three hundred
and twenty seven steps, the soles of his shoes slipping as he stumbled in
the faint glow cast by the emergency lights set in the walls. Cursing, he
bashed the side of his head on a restraining bar which had been mounted in
the staircase some fifty years before in an effort to shore up the rapidly
deteriorating brickwork. Eventually he reached the door at the bottom of
the stairwell and re traced his steps through the network of corridors and
into the peace chapel. Still sitting patiently in their seats, as if waiting
for a teacher to return after an errand, sat the expectant villagers.
As Yaxley strode across the Chapel, his face must have given away the events
that had just
On hearing this, Cedric Morgan slumped heavily down in his chair, causing
the ancient joints of the antique furniture to groan under his weight. He
leant forward in the chair and buried his face in his hands. 'What a bloody
fool I've been' he moaned, and he dragged a large handkerchief from his jacket
pocket. 'A bloody stupid fool...too interested in my work and the power...what
in the hell is happening to us all...have we all gone mad'. He looked across
at Anne and said 'I'm so very, very sorry' Yaxley looked across at him with
contempt. 'Shut up you pathetic man ! She doesn't need your sympathy' Morgan
carried on, '....and all for the money. God knows why I couldn't see that
I had more than any amount of money can buy, right here in The Fens without
having to get even more'. Morgan then gave way to his normally well-hidden
emotions and broke down completely, huge wracking sobs suffusing his large
frame. Farcett's telephone rang and he answered it as Clunch Parsons began
to shout at the distraught politician. Farcett was nodding and said
'ok...ok...Yup' into his mobile phone with an air of gravitas and
turned to the assembled
crowd. 'Hang on Clunch' he said to the shaking Parsons...'There's something
else'. He paused and announced, 'Reg Dixon was full of anti depressants and
opium the morning he died as well as being beaten and kicked half to death
by Trent and Worthington. Dr.Coggles has just finished the post mortem. He
says the pitchfork actually finished him off, but he would have died within
half an hour anyway......Dixon was committing suicide !' At this news there
was a hushed silence in the Peace Chapel as the wind howled around outside.
Anne Worthington suddenly began to cry and she shrieked, 'It was me ! I put
him out of his misery. He begged me to. It was the pain he was in....he never
thought it would hurt in that way. I put him out of his misery like you would
a bird with a broken wing'.
Farcett stared at the woman. 'Anne...are you serious. What happenned ?' Grotesque
images were already starting to flow through Farcetts's mind and he hoped
the woman was just caught up in the drama of her husbands death. 'It's true
!' she cried. 'I was in the kitchen arguing with Daisy as usual and I saw
John and Reggie shouting at each other. I saw Trent walking away across the
fields and
realised what
was happening. Reggie had threatened to come down to tell John what he thought
of him and I knew what John would do. I dropped the washing up and rushed
across the field just as the wind started to get stronger and my eyes were
starting to fill with soil as I got closer'. The rest of the assembled audience
in the Peace Chapel were transfixed by these revelations. Even Graham Trent's
face was showing complete absorption rather that it's usual arrogant air.
'I got to the pair of them' continued Anne, '..and Reggie was on the ground
holding onto his stomach and groaning. He looked near death, his face was
a horrible yellowy colour and he was dribbling from the side of his mouth.
I knew John had beaten him. I could tell. He was standing there like a playground
bully. I screamed at him to go inside to his precious mother and to get out
of my sight'.
Yaxley moved closer to Anne and said softly...'and was Dixon dying at this
point ? 'Anne nodded. 'Yes he was..he told me what he'd taken and he begged
me to finish it off. The pitchfork was there, just stuck in the ground. Reggie
nodded towards it and just said 'You know what to do Anne. Be strong for
me'. Then I had to get down on the ground to make out what he was saying.
I screamed at him that I couldn't do it but he was in so much pain..he said
it felt like his stomach was going to explode.' She paused and lowered her
head. 'And I put the pitchfork through the heart of the man I love, while
he looked into my eyes'
Yaxley rushed towards her and caught her as she almost slumped off her seat.
Just as Anne was about to lose consciousness she shouted, 'Just look in his
dairies...he always said everything would be explained in his diaries !'
and she fell into Yaxley's arms.
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As Yaxley
leaned over the parapet at the top of the Great East Tower the gusting wind
blew his hair across his face and in his eyes. Dragging it to one side with
an impatient hand he stared down at the pavement below. He knew what he would
see but he had to look all the same. From this distance he could barely tell
if Worthington was actually down there. It could have been a black binliner,
escaped from someone's garden. However, as the pool of blood began to widen
and form itself into an estuary which travelled towards the nearest drain
it was obvious that he would not be getting up from this one. There have
been stories of people falling out of aeroplanes and skyscrapers and surviving,
but no one could survive a fall from The Great East onto concrete and escape
death. Yaxley felt for his mobile phone in his jacket pocket and dialled
Ealham Police Station. There didn't seem an awful lot of point in getting
an ambulance at this point. It would be more important to keep the rubber
neckers away from the scene. Yaxley turned his back against the wind and
bellowed into the phone for Sergeant Stumpsfield to get himself and a couple
of officers to seal off the entrance.
occurred.
Cedric and Anne rushed to him and as he shook his head it was obvious to
all of them what had transpired. 'I've called the Station. They're
going to seal the front of the Cathedral and sort things out. I wouldn't
go out there if I were you. It's not a pretty sight'.