CHAPTER 8 Such a lovely little town‘What about your parents? Won’t you tell them where you’re going?’
‘Oh ye won’t risk yer neck ’ere, ye know! People all know each other. T’ain’t like th’ big towns.’
Jules didn’t agree with him! He recalled all the murders he had uncovered, but didn’t dare say anything to Aristide, not for the time being anyway. When they arrived close to the music stand, he noticed the “Eustache Fripolin Square 1790 – 1806” sign.
‘Who was Eustache Fripolin? A famous man?’
‘Nope! ’Is is a peculiar story, so it is. Nobody ever figured out what really ’appened that night!’
Aristide assumed an air of mystery and began to tell the incredible story of Eustache Fripolin.
It was in 1806, at Christmas. There was a terrible fire in the dormitory of Our Lady of Desolation Hig
