EXPLOSIONS AND DESOLATIONS
It was a morning for discoveries.
“It’s all William,” Geoff declared. “The town, the holy saint in the abbey, the local stories.” He was stunned.
“Even the locals are all named after him,” observed Ben. “Artemisia said this ages ago.”
“I don’t think I was paying attention,” confessed Geoff.
“Admiring her legs?”
“Not her legs, no,” Geoff demurred and refused to be drawn further.
Sylvia had given Pauline access to the personnel files. It was theoretically so that she could treat everyone, should something go wrong, but in reality it was because Pauline was bored and was not good at either self-entertainment or at being a research assistant. “You’re Jewish,” she said to Ben, accusingly.
“Only technically.” Ben wondered if life would have been easier if he ha
