not.
âNow.â The vicar regarded the quartet sternly. âIâm going to ask the four of you a question, and I want you to answer me truthfully. Is that understood?â
Gary Bazzard nodded. The others mumbled, âSir.â
âWhere were you at ten past eleven last Saturday morning?â
âAt my grannyâs,â said Gary at once. âYou can ask my mam.â The others looked at him and said nothing.
The vicar sighed. âAnd you, young lady â where were you?â
Lisa looked from Gary to the vicar and back again, biting her lip. âItâs no use, Gary,â she said. âHe knows.â
âYes.â The vicarâs tone was icy. âHe knows, but heâs waiting to hear it from you. Where were you?â
âButterfieldâs,â mumbled Lisa.
âSupermarket,â said Ellie-May.
âIn costume,â admitted Trot.
âThank you,â said the vicar quietly. âYou might be interested to know that one of the shoppers in Butterfieldâs that morning was my wife. Your antic upset her quite badly, but unlike everybody else she knew about the play and realized where the monster must have come from.â He frowned. âI suppose you know what a wicked thing it was that you did?â Nobody answered. âYou know, donât you, that your silly prank might have had disastrous consequences? Somebody frail â a weak heart perhaps, and they might have died. Did you think about that? Did you consider the possibility of somebody being trampled, crushed â somebodyâs baby? Did you think at all before you did what you did?â
Lisa sniffled. âNo, Sir.â
âNo, Sir.â
The vicar gazed at them. âWhy did you do it, eh? Whatever possessed you to do such a thing?â
âPossessed?â Gary glanced sharply at the vicar. âNothing possessed us, Sir. It was a stunt. A publicity stunt, to advertise our play. We thought it was a good idea, Sir, thatâs all.â
The vicar looked at the boy. âYour idea, was it?â
âYes, Sir.â
âWell, it was not a good one, Gary. Far from it. People were injured. Frightened. Property was damaged. And there was nothing to connect the event in peopleâs minds with your play. If, as you say, it was a publicity stunt, it was poorly thought out and brutally executed, and Iâm ashamed of you. Your classmates have worked hard to produce an outstanding presentation, and the four of you have let them down with this act of â of vandalism. Do you know that the police are involved?â
âPolice?â Trot looked scared.
âOf course.â The vicar sighed again. âOh, itâs all right. You neednât worry. Iâll go to them. Tell them it was a publicity stunt gone wrong. Iâll talk to Mr Butterfield too. It will be all right. But I want you to promise me that youâll never ever do anything of the sort again. Do I have your promise?â
They nodded. âYes, Sir.â
âGood. Then weâll say no more about it. Thatâs a very fine costume youâve constructed. Most realistic. Keep on rehearsing, and good luck for Saturday.â
âThank you, Sir.â
The vicar strode away, and the quartet walked slowly across the yard. âWhat now?â asked Lisa. âWeâve given our promise.â
âOur promise?â Gary kicked a stone. âWhatâre you â an infant? Our flipping promise!â
âHeâs the vicar, though. A promise to a vicarâs sort of special, isnât it?â
âOh, yes.â The boy grinned wolfishly. âItâs special all right. âIâll get special pleasure out of breaking it, thatâs whatâs special about it.â
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
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