LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF
BERNADETTE CYNTHIA HEALY
EPISODE 28
BERNADETTE CYNTHIA HEALY
EPISODE 28
That's why Jonathon and I were such a good team; we were very different, which usually worked to our advantage. I called Keith and left another message on his answer phone, 'nothing to worry about, I've just seen our lovely guest from this morning turn up at the church where Albert Healy married back in 1961. Thought you should know.' That's what Jonathon would have done. Now he would sit in a café, or back in the garden and wait for Mr Hayworth to leave.
But that's not what I'm going to do.
I can't help but feel slightly incongruous as I return via the church gardens. Mr Hayworth and Father have already disappeared into the cloisters, the door closing firmly behind them, but that isn't enough to deter me from acting the innocent bystander. I attempt to open the church door, the knocker warm to the touch, but it doesn't budge against my weight. I let it slam heavily against the door in frustration. I prefer the unsubtle approach.
A phone rings loudly and it takes me a minute before I realise it's my own. Keith's name blares up flashing out of time with the ringtone but I'm disinclined to answer it. His discouragement would only spur me on my endeavour and it is enough to know he is concerned about my behaviour to believe my current actions may not be within certain legal boundaries. It would be unfair to include him any further.
I cancel the call and walk the perimeter of the church, looking for an entrance I can sneak through when I spy an open window. It's far too high for me to climb through, let alone see the priest and the lawyer, but I can hear the vague conversation of two men echoing through the acoustics of the church. I stand beneath the stained-glass window rummaging in my handbag while I strain my ears to hear a languid conversation.
'... appreciate you seeing me again on such short notice. I still have quite a lot of loose ends to tie up and I haven't quite had the cooperation I'd hoped for.' I'd recognise the slimy voice of Mr Hayworth anywhere, but I'm surprised this isn't the first meeting between the priest and the lawyer.
'It's always a pleasure to help one of my parishioners. Who hasn't been so cooperative? I found Mrs Davidson quite enjoyable. She certainly has a fiery personality.'
'So you wouldn't be surprised she's less than cooperative then?'
I can't help but smirk at the understatement of my behaviour this morning and can almost imagine Father Thomas' grin mirroring my own.
'No, that doesn't surprise. She doesn't strike me as someone worth crossing. She doesn't have any more information than you imagined she'd have. How is Albert? Have you let him know you've made contact with Mrs Davidson?'
But that's not what I'm going to do.
I can't help but feel slightly incongruous as I return via the church gardens. Mr Hayworth and Father have already disappeared into the cloisters, the door closing firmly behind them, but that isn't enough to deter me from acting the innocent bystander. I attempt to open the church door, the knocker warm to the touch, but it doesn't budge against my weight. I let it slam heavily against the door in frustration. I prefer the unsubtle approach.
A phone rings loudly and it takes me a minute before I realise it's my own. Keith's name blares up flashing out of time with the ringtone but I'm disinclined to answer it. His discouragement would only spur me on my endeavour and it is enough to know he is concerned about my behaviour to believe my current actions may not be within certain legal boundaries. It would be unfair to include him any further.
I cancel the call and walk the perimeter of the church, looking for an entrance I can sneak through when I spy an open window. It's far too high for me to climb through, let alone see the priest and the lawyer, but I can hear the vague conversation of two men echoing through the acoustics of the church. I stand beneath the stained-glass window rummaging in my handbag while I strain my ears to hear a languid conversation.
'... appreciate you seeing me again on such short notice. I still have quite a lot of loose ends to tie up and I haven't quite had the cooperation I'd hoped for.' I'd recognise the slimy voice of Mr Hayworth anywhere, but I'm surprised this isn't the first meeting between the priest and the lawyer.
'It's always a pleasure to help one of my parishioners. Who hasn't been so cooperative? I found Mrs Davidson quite enjoyable. She certainly has a fiery personality.'
'So you wouldn't be surprised she's less than cooperative then?'
I can't help but smirk at the understatement of my behaviour this morning and can almost imagine Father Thomas' grin mirroring my own.
'No, that doesn't surprise. She doesn't strike me as someone worth crossing. She doesn't have any more information than you imagined she'd have. How is Albert? Have you let him know you've made contact with Mrs Davidson?'
