said.
Crane sighed, philosophically. âIâll do my best to get the inspector to drop the idea,â he promised.
âI would appreciate it,â the vicar told him.
âI mean to say, when allâs said and done, sir, youâre a simple country priest, and it would be most unfair to foist all that unwelcome publicity on you,â Crane continued.
If the vicar had objected to the phrase âsimple country priestâ, Crane would have immediately apologized and tried another tack. But, in fact, those were not the words that the other man chose to pick up on.
âUnwelcome publicity?â the vicar said.
âIf you allowed this hall to become our incident centre, it would be one of the focuses of attention for the media,â Crane explained. âThatâs not too bad in a way, but that attention would also spill out into other areas connected with you. Since it
is
your church hall, the television people would constantly be pestering you for your views on whatâs happening to the village.â
âI see,â the vicar said thoughtfully.
âAnd it wouldnât stop there,â Crane continued. âOnce weâd packed up and gone, the sightseers would arrive â taking pictures of the hall and tramping through your lovely church. Youâd find yourself treated like some sort of celebrity â and you wouldnât want that, would you?â
âNo,â the vicar said, unconvincingly. âNo, I wouldnât. But perhaps we need to look beyond our own selfish needs, and consider the general good.â
âHow do you mean?â Crane asked, suppressing a grin.
âIt is true that the dead man was not an active member of the church â I believe he belonged to some kind of wild Methodist sect in the next valley,â the vicar continued, in the voice he probably normally reserved for sermons, âbut he was, when all is said and done, as much one of Godâs children as any of us, and we should all do all we can to help see his killer brought to justice.â
âSo we can use the hall?â Crane asked.
âI think it would be only right and proper,â the vicar said solemnly.
When Louisa Paniatowski saw Ellie Sutton walking across the playground towards her, she thought she would just burst with happiness.
There was no one else in the whole world quite like Ellie, she decided. Ellie was intelligent. Ellie was sophisticated. And now Ellie was coming to talk to
her
â and all her other friends would see it happening.
âRobert says heâll hire DJ Dee for the party, Louie,â Ellie gushed.
Louisa didnât really like being called âLouieâ, but if that was the name that Ellie would be using, she supposed she could get used to it. She wasnât sure, either, that sheâd like to call her mum âMonikaâ, as Ellie called her dad âRobertâ, but maybe if Ellie insisted â and Mum would allow it â she could get used to that, too.
âDid you hear what I said! DJ Dee!â Ellie repeated, as if expecting more of a response.
âI donât know . . .â Louisa confessed.
âThe disc jockey on âRadio Whitebridge Late Nightâ,â Ellie said. âYou
must
listen to him! Everybody does!â
âOh yes, course I do,â Louisa said weakly, though she was sure that by the time âRadio Whitebridge Late Nightâ came on the air, she was already safely tucked up in bed.
âHeâs the best DJ in Lancashire,â Ellie bubbled, âand heâll be playing at
my
party.â
âGreat!â Louisa said, because if Ellie thought he was so good, then he simply had to be.
âThe only problem is, weâve had to change the date,â Ellie said. âItâs tonight, instead of Friday.â
âTonight,â Louisa repeated. âBut we have school tomorrow.â
âTo hell with school,â Ellie said. âIf I