Chapter Twelve – Elizabeth Fry
“Archiieeeeeeee!!!” Elizabeth screamed, “Come quickly.”
As soon as he heard the high pitched voice calling, Reverend Matthews stopped buttoning up his shirt and raced down the stairs two steps at a time. He knew it was a few minutes after nine, so the housekeeper could only just have arrived, a bit too soon to be reprimanding him for not washing up the supper plates. The vicar skated across the hallway, his socks failing to give any grip on the polished surface and headed towards the kitchen. No matter what he thought the problem, in no way was Archie prepared for the scene before him. Mrs. Fry was stooped over the prostrate body of Bishop Honeywell, stroking the old man's brow and whispering to him.
“Oh, thank goodness,” she simpered, “I think he's had a
