Free From Aberystwyth with Love by Malcolm Pryce Page A

Like I told you.’
    ‘Oh yeah, the girl. I forgot.’

Chapter 6
     
    When I arrived at the office the next day there was an overhead projector set up on the desk. I asked Calamity what it was for and a slight air of coyness slipped into her voice. ‘Oh, I’ve been superseding the paradigm.’
    ‘That’s good. How did you do it?’
    She walked over to close the curtains, but it did little to lessen the fierce light from the street outside. ‘I’ve been looking into the bearded lady angle, I think I’ve found something interesting. She flicked a switch on the side of the overhead projector and a wonky square of light illuminated the wall. Dust danced in the well of light above the platen. She placed a transparency down. ‘Take a look at this. This is the area round Abercuawg, this line here is the Devil’s Bridge narrow-gauge railway line.’ She placed another acetate cell over the first. It superimposed a pattern of stars over the map. ‘See these stars? Each one represents the birthplace of a champion on the Pro-Bearded-Lady circuit over the past fifty years. See? Classic clustering pattern. And there’s more—’
    ‘Could be just a statistical anomaly.’
    ‘Maybe, but look at this.’ She put a third acetate over the first two and this time a pattern of skulls was superimposed. The skulls clustered in the same patterns as the stars.
    ‘Same clustering, different occupation. Guess what?’
    ‘You tell me.’
    ‘School games teachers.’
    I laughed.
    ‘You can laugh if you want, but the facts can’t be laughed away. These clustering patterns are mathematically significant. Now look at this.’ She put another acetate down, this time showing a series of dots. ‘Each dot represents a parish museum that has a photo or photos of hairy babies born in the neighbourhood. You see? There’s a clear pattern, this area round Abercuawg has a rogue hairiness gene among the populace. Where did it come from? That’s where it gets interesting. This line here is the working of a spur line to Devil’s Bridge that was suddenly abandoned in 1872 after an accident during blasting. The official history of the railway says they hit a pocket of gas, but the oral histories claim the explosion released a “thing” imprisoned in the belly of the mountain. No one knows exactly what it was, but it was pretty angry and very hairy.’
    ‘So where is all this leading?’
    ‘Folklore also relates stories of village girls being offered to the “thing” over the years as brides, and there is talk of intermarriage between local women and the “thing”; this may explain the hairiness.’
    ‘OK, sleuth, what is the “thing”?’
    Calamity paused for effect, allowing her gaze to linger on me melodramatically. Finally, she said, ‘Trolls.’
    ‘Trolls?’
    ‘Trolls.’
    ‘There’s a troll living in the mountain near Abercuawg?’
    ‘It’s a possibility we have to consider.’
    ‘Is it?’
    ‘We have to consider it even if only to eliminate it from the inquiry. The investigator doesn’t get to choose what goes into the pot and what doesn’t.’
    ‘This one does. If we don’t admit it into the inquiry, we don’t have to eliminate it.’
    Calamity looked flustered. ‘Louie, you don’t get this sort of thing just by chance. Maybe one or two games teachers, and one or two bearded ladies, one or two hairy babies, that I grant you. But not this many.’
    I threw up my hands in mock despair. ‘Maybe the pattern of hairiness is interesting but what does it mean? We’ve already got a suspect, a flesh and blood guy called Goldilocks who was sentenced to hang for the murder. We just need to find out what he did with her. Why bring in the trolls?’
    Calamity’s brow furrowed as she considered the implications. ‘I don’t say I believe it, I do say it has to be checked out and eliminated from the inquiry. I was thinking maybe you could help out on that  . . .’
    ‘I’m not talking to my old school games