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‘Things are obviously going to be different at the Parish Council meetings with Raffy there, Chloe. He didn’t exactly take charge, but somehow the power shifted over from Miss Winter to him…or maybe it will be a power-share?’ she said doubtfully. ‘Raffy is quite quiet, but you certainly know he’s there.’

‘Bit hard to miss him, seeing he’s six foot four.’

‘You know what I mean!’ she said, then gave me a rundown of what had happened. ‘Felix said you already know about the notices that were put up by Mann-Drake?’

‘The whole village knows about them now. They’re almost as much a talking point as Raffy being the new vicar.’

‘It’s a pity Mr Grace died before we could raise enough money to buy the tennis courts and lido for the village. Now we don’t know if the notices are meant as a threat to try and get a much higher lease next time, or because Mann-Drake intends trying to sell the two sites for housing development.’

‘Could he do that? The Parish Council are hardly likely to approve, are they?’

‘No, but he could appeal over our heads, because they’re within the village boundaries.’

‘What, even the lido? I would have thought that was right outside it.’

‘Before the Black Death the village was much bigger, though a lot of the houses have vanished since and now they’re just bumps in the fields.’

‘So the ones dotted around the edge are just those left?’ I said.

‘Yes. Anyway, Miss Winter is going to write to Mann-Drake expressing how the council and the whole village feel about it, and Raffy says he will go and talk to him as soon as he can too. But meanwhile, he’s very generously offered the tennis club the use of the vicarage court.’

‘I didn’t know there was one.’ Mind you, the vicarage gardens are such a jungle there could be a lost civilisation in there, complete with a stepped pyramid, and no one would know.

‘It’s at the back, near the rear gate. He’s going to get the men who are cutting back the trees and bushes to clear it as a priority and have the little pavilion renovated. Effie Yatton runs the tennis club and she was really grateful – so grateful that she confessed that she’s been using the vicarage drawing room to hold her Brownie pack meetings in when the village hall was otherwise engaged!’

‘But isn’t there an annexe to the village hall she could have used?’

‘Yes, but the roof is leaking and it needs rewiring. Raffy was really funny about the Brownie meetings. He said he’d wondered why there were giant papier-mâché mushrooms in one corner of his drawing room and a pile of hula hoops. And then he said he would have the annexe repaired – he is being really kind and generous about everything!’

‘I expect he can afford to be,’ I said acidly.

‘I don’t know. I wouldn’t have thought he was mega wealthy,’ Poppy said thoughtfully. ‘I mean, he has just bought the vicarage, and the renovation bills for a crumbling Victorian wreck must be huge, mustn’t they?’

‘I expect he’s still raking in royalties, because he wrote all of Mortal Ruin’s songs, and you hear them everywhere, especially that one from the car advert. It’s never off.’

‘It’s still generous,’ she insisted. ‘He was pretty laid-back about your grandfather and the museum too. He said Mr Lyon had no intention of trying to impose his own beliefs on anyone else, and the museum and guidebook would include a lot of interesting material about the overlap between paganism, witchcraft and early Christianity.’

‘Well, that’s true, it does.’

‘Then he said he thought your whole family, especially your grandfather, should be encouraged to become part of the community. I said you already were, since you were a regular at the Falling Star.’

‘That’s probably not quite what he meant, Poppy! But I do think his suggestion about involving Grumps in village affairs was a good one,’ I allowed. ‘It’s better to have him on your side than against you, though since he’s not terribly gregarious, I’m not quite sure how it’s going to happen.’

‘Zillah seems to be joining things already, doesn’t she?’

‘Yes, Clive Snowball took her to the tea dance club, but I can’t see Grumps following her there any time soon.’

She giggled. ‘No, nor I, though he would instantly be besieged by partners if he did, because apparently there’s always a shortage of men.’

‘And he’s tall and still very handsome.’

‘So is Laurence Yatton, the Winter’s End steward – and he’s single. Pity he’s more than forty years older than me! But speaking of tall and handsome, Effie has fallen for Raffy and brought him some of her home-made vegetarian sausage rolls to the meeting today, because she said she knew Maria Minchin couldn’t cook.’

‘I shouldn’t think she’s alone in that.’

‘She certainly isn’t, because Raffy told me and Felix later that he kept finding food offerings on the doorstep – jam and cakes and all kinds of things. He gets stuffed full of cake and biscuits when he visits people, too, so I said he’d soon be able to get into The Guinness Book of Records as the fattest vicar!’

I couldn’t imagine a fat Raffy, even though he’s not one of those tall, skinny men who look like a taper – he does have broad shoulders. ‘Maybe he could have an imaginary doctor prescribe a gluten-free diet for him?’ I suggested. ‘And at least I won’t be leaving a cake on his doorstep any time soon. He’s safe from me.’

‘But I thought you’d made your peace, even if it is difficult having him about?’

‘I wouldn’t put it quite like that, though I suppose I’ll get used to it eventually. I just need more time.’

‘Zillah must like him,’ she said with another giggle. ‘She left a parcel of bouquets garnis on the doorstep with handwritten instructions to Maria to put them into every stew and casserole she made, and Maria was so mad I think she tossed them straight into the rubbish bin, though don’t tell Zillah that.’

‘It was actually probably a wise move…’ I said thoughtfully. ‘I don’t suppose there were any more falling angels?’

‘No, but strangely enough Raffy himself fell into a trench on the way back from church later that same day. He said he stayed on for a while after evening prayers, so it was quite dark by then. You know where the workmen have dug a hole right outside the gate and put a metal plank across?’

‘Yes, I think there’s a leaking water pipe. And Raffy fell into it?’

‘The plank fell into it and he went with it, then when he tried to pull himself out, the side of the hole caved in on top of him and practically buried him in earth and pebbles! He said if anyone was watching, it must have looked like a slapstick film.’

‘But it could have been dangerous!’

‘He was all right, and he rang Mike up from the vicarage as soon as he got home, so a barrier and lights could be put up around it until the workmen came back. He said he wasn’t usually accident prone, so perhaps he deserved it and it was some kind of punishment,’ she added, ‘though it was quite mild as far as fiery pits of hell were concerned.’

‘Punishment? ’

‘For hurting you so much in the past and then putting the blame on you all these years, when it was his own selfish action in going away with the band that started the whole thing unravelling, whatever came afterwards. I thought that was a very generous admission, but Felix doesn’t seem to see things quite the same way and he said Raffy shouldn’t talk nonsense.’

But I’d stopped listening and instead was busily counting up incidents. ‘I suppose that was three things – the angel, the plank and then the cave-in? And bad things usually come in threes…’

Or fours? For a mad moment I wondered again about Zillah’s bouquets garnis, but Lucretia Borgia she was not, so they were probably just some weird but entirely harmless invention of her own.

‘He only told us two about the trench thing, because he didn’t want to get the workmen into trouble, and luckily all the bruises were where you couldn’t see them. He is so brave and kind!’

She sounded so admiring that I asked with sudden suspicion, ‘Poppy, you aren’t falling for Raffy, are you?’

‘Of course not! Whatever gave you that idea?’ she said, opening her blue eyes wide with amazement. ‘I like him, but he’s not a very comfortable person, somehow, is he? You feel he’s a bit world-weary and…well, I don’t know how to describe it, but you feel that he’s been everywhere and done everything.’

‘Yes, I know what you mean, and he probably has.’

‘But now he’s a reformed character, I expect his past experiences make him able to deal with all kinds of things. He seems to have resolved the situation with Miss Winter and your grandfather already, doesn’t he? She even said she thought she might have been a bit hasty in condemning Mr Lyon, when clearly Mann-Drake is a much greater threat to the happiness of the village.’

‘That was pretty magnanimous.’

‘She’s found out a bit more about Mann-Drake and those rumours of some kind of not-so-secret society at his Devon house – the one that’s just burned down – did I say? Probably divine retribution!’