The beggar of LochGail.

Long ago in the land of Picts that lay behind the wall of Hadrian built even longer back in time a castle was built. This said castle was the luck of Baron James Hepburn who had been at the table of lady luck. Cards falling like leaves came to profits of richness for the young Nobleman that day. Armed with his saddle bags full of Kings silver and gold coinage he purchased 1000 acres of farm fields in the lower hinterland of the tall mountain chain he had built his home. Here in the leafy lanes came many a tradesman from the towns of Gatehouse of fleet some miles away.  The castle of natural rock and skill took 7 years to erect. It is but a ruined pile of stones today and in the daylight not a sign that once there stood a castle proud. Twined in ivy and fern with hazel and birch through the mound no trace can a rider see from the road. On foot it is hard enough but then no local would dare to venture forth, not even for a bet.


The Castle of the Gail Woods it was know as in its hey day 900 years ago.  One easy win on the cards and a young jack the lad on a Titled rich boy who now moved in with furnishings and a newly married wife.  Servants came from all over the district and so for many weeks the coming and going of staff echoed hard on the walls of Gail. One night in a deluge of winds and rain came a knock on the door that an old woman who had been widowed was pleading for shelter. Baron James had been drinking with friends in the down rooms and in hearing the commotion advanced to sort matters out. One look at the wretch in rags wet and hair matted on her head he banished her without mercy back into the night with no food she caught her death and died in the castle stables. Her body so hidden behind a meal chest went unnoticed for many years.

The Baron lived for many decades unaware of this and when the old womans bones found by stewards came to light and shown to the Baron he told them to throw them to the wolves.

One servant was given the job but he a simple man and  of kinder heart buried the bones in the earth floor near were they had been discovered.  Nothing was ever said of that matter. Not until later ,much later,in the time of Baron James son who became Baron Ralph Hepburn  in time to inherit the castle and its lands .

One afternoon the Baroness sat with her ladies on the vast lawns in front of the old stable block and gave great thought to her plan to expand the library room into that said section. The new wing of carriage housing also had stables and the old ones looked ugly. So it was an easy talk with the Baron over dinner to express her plan to an easy man to please, as in fact this Baron was said to be.


The building was under way rooms below and upper to join into the main wing.  Men came with carts to clear out all timbers and floors of stone flags and cobblestones found the bones and skull below and of so much age and thinking the Barons of old must have had a hand in it wanted no bad deed spent on them so buried the remains again under the far corner and went about their business as normal hitherto.

Over months of that summer the fine work done and the party to invite all nobles and gentry  from far and wide. It was a costly affair indeed but all was over and the  family settled down for the night leaving the team of staff to make good the new rooms.

Having alone set to in the end room of that new build Edmund the head man was polishing the table when to his nose came a strange musty smell of rotted sack cloth. He lifted his head from his work to see a mist gathering from the floor up slowly into a shape of a human form which the head man can be forgiven for he ran from along the length of that new wing until he reached the main stair case and collapsed exhausted. In the telling of the event to the Baron later in that night the Butler manged to leave nothing out.

Baron Hepburn had no idea of what to do so he too walked with a candle back into that same room but not a smell remained. He did not linger for the candle was low. He went back to his bed and no more was said.

Some nights later a few business men sat around that same polished table to discuss the new venture of cattle with his Lordship the Baron. A meal was afforded to the callers and so after wine and beef from his own farms all was set to lay out the plan. Investors into the newly cross beef breeds In England had marked the way for new investment over the border for landowners such as gathered at that table. Then it happened as before told.


Started with the strong smell then a fine gray mist in the corner the crackling of straw as slowly a vision appeared of an old wisen woman dressed in sackcloth and old  horse blankets. her arms outstretched her bone hands calling them to her . Open mouthed the ten men at table gasped as the ghost growled and her mouth opened wider than a tunnel and a thin violent wind blew over the room pushing the candles over. The room in disarray then fire broke out leaving the men to turn on heels and run for their lives.

Not a moment to loose to get his family out before the timbers caught and the rooms burst into fire.  The black smoke and raging orange red flames against the cloudless star filled sky as the castle and all is buildings fell crashing to the floor with deafening noise.


The Baron and his wife and family never went near it again but left it as a burned out shell that in time fell inwards to the ruins that only the fox may know today. Not a place to be lost in at fall of night my dears.

Yours with thanks for your time .Sir Kevin.


Copyright Kevin Parr,Bart

The Graham papers.

The luminous moon shone along the road bringing a sense of haunting to the gypsy moor . Onward he rode booted and laced at the throat .Armed with pistols loaded and primed fearless and able. Onward bravely in the dancing shades of moon light at speed his black shining mount foamed at the withers but knew her way back home as much as her master knew it. Then in the moonlight he saw the orange red flames of his burning home and he set spur into her flanks and shot like  an arrow across his fields to aid his servants with water to slow the spread of the racing  power of fire.

Morning broke over the land and black the beams and so to the men as soot flickered in the air and that smell of burning in the nostrils of the workers. The day light had brought the true picture of the Barons loss of home. Nothing stood from foundation upwards save chard oak beams that even now smoulder and crackle smoking thickly in the morning dew.

Baron Graham had only the clothes he stood in and six horses saved from the ruins of his yard. His three servants sat in silence worn out with the fight to save anything of Dunbridge Manor. For it was a home to they as much as to him that great Lord of all lands over the bridge. All furnishings that could be saved lay in the grass some distance away. Then the loss of six hundred years of family items had burned to ash in the way of fire as it races so fast to destroy a man.

All that could be used was spread over the cobbled yard that once had seen the best stables in county Sussex.  Horses of such hot blood brood mares that had paced over that yard over ages passed had no place here to even shelter.

Graham knew in his mind who was responsible but for now he kept it close to his chest. Harley had been butler to the Graham family since his fathers time and was seen as a member of family by that mans son now.


“Sad day my Lord but we can rebuild I dare say. ”

” We have to dear George we have to. Or we have no home at all. ”

“I can arrange for men to rebuild then sir”

‘Find Lewis he can serve us as architect .I can ask him to give me the price to build and he himself can bring in a force to build within that agreed costings. we then dear man can shift into the Bell with rooms for now. I may leave you to deal with both? ”

‘ Of course my Lord it shall be done. i will book rooms first sir If i may saddle the grey.”

‘ You managed to save harness too man. ”

“Most of it and all saddles and tow full sets of livery but rest perished sir. ”

” No more timber will be cut. Stone from my fathers half share in the quarry shall not burn if fire ill bargain. ”

‘ Costly sir. The new Cathedral is almost complete may I enquire if the master will call on you at the Bell sir?”

” Good plan and ahead of me George. Good man I can now ride back to Parliament to settle matters with someone i know. ”

So it was that Baron Grahams duel with Henry Cavell was the talk of the town. For much of that week the two men had talks and Cavell had laughed in public at Grahams loss it had led to this. The two men and seconds march ten paces off the mark. Turned and fired but neither man was hit. The gun smoke cleared and all stood still. Cavell handed the pistol back and both firearms boxed and taken to be cleaned.

” It is not over Covell you destroyed Dunbridge manor but you cant destroy me.” Shouted Graham, as his man vanished back through the trees.

Parliament sat and House of Lords read the bill carefully. it had passed the vote on the floor of Commons but Lord Cavandish and Baron Graham went against it. The rest of the Lords then voted and it was passed. Cavells face told it all he had won and nothing now could stop the steam engines racing the new lines across the South of England.

Hearing this Graham sped to see the way the rails would pass his lands. To his horror the site of his old house was down for a station link and yard for iron horses. He knew now why that fire was started. Studying the plans he saw a way to avoid the rails entirely.

He and his architect designed a new mansion in the classical style in stone. It was started in the June of 1832 and completed in the September of 1847. Graham was able to resume his life without fear but Cavell had won over him and he knew it. Graham waited for years but eventually trapped Cavell in a fraud case of shares and had him jailed. in 1856 Cavell died in his cell of some sort of lung disorder and was buried in the prison yard plot as a commoner, who was  still in mid sentence.

It was late that night that the curtains in Baron Grahams bed room blew gentle and without noise until Graham a woke to see a white smoke drifting around in the candle light. He was found dead on his bed as if strangled. The doctors all agreed some sort of siezure had gripped the Baron. It was recorded as heart problems but George Harley suspected more. He left to retire as in the will of his master all staff had been carefully cared for.


Harley wrote to the new Baron Graham now able to run his fathers house what he thought had killed him. It was unwise a move as he was arrested as a lunatic soon after. The sad fact that had turned his head is that young Graham had just married Lady Joan Cavell. In his cell in Newgate Prison the dying George Harley, one time loyal servant to that said family of Graham, heard the shrill laughter in his ear of  along dead adversary . His eyes slowly closed over, as he gave up his ghost in terror and remorse. It is but a nameless plot with no marker but he knew more than any Lord Graham ever did about life and death as one.


Thank you for reading my work. Yours always Sir Kevin.


Copyright Kevin Parr ,Bart.2020.


The Devil who was hanged.

He was born in the steel milling city of fame called Solengen a middle ages sword masters work shop place in Westphalia,  North Rhineland, Germany; into a middle  class family of hard working business people.  His birth date is 19th  March 1906 as karl Adolf Eichmann.

He was just a child when his mother died and at school was mocked as the tiny Jew. He had swarthy looks and only a small boy who would grow into the Devils own disciple in an age to come. index

He left school to go into sales after working with his father as a milling engineer he wanted more, far more from life than that. He later found himself in an American oil sales unit in Europe.  In 1932 he joined the  expanding Austrian Nazi party and rose bit by bit into the man who had studied well the Jewish ways and could by now speak some Hebrew yiddesh. Filing clerk was his first job under Hitler. In this role as war broke out he studied Jews as fascination until the plan came into his mind to sort out the full movement of Jews out of Europe to Madagascar in the Indian ocean.

In 1938 he had tried to put this plan to the Arabs in Palestine but was caught in the act by British spies and ordered to leave the county. if only he had been arrested all of this may not have happened for Adolf Eichmann was the architect of the death camps.

As Hitler saw a great mind in this new boy Eichmann was soon to rise into the SS ranks as head of 1v B4 units in full control of the newly provided death camps.

in 1944 he was in Hungary at Auchwitz working on the Nazi so called final Solution program . This was to rid all Europe of the Jew. In same year Eichmann was to report to Himmler as his boast was he had murdered 5 million Jews and was about to march 50,000  more into death camps as best way is to starve them to death and let disease finish the rest.

Himmler told him to stop,  but Eichmann had started and so 50000 people went on the death march from Hungary in winter cold as ice in bare feet and thin clothing on to Austria over that mountains in terror ,hungered and ill; few made it all the way with thousands of dead bodies in the snow.   It chills me even to write this.


He now turned on to 4 million Jews left in all camps to exterminate but the war had come to an end in victory for Britain and her allies. Eichmann vanished but was captured by the Americans . Eichmann was not known as yet so his guard was lax and Eichmann escaped .He worked on rabbit farms and such but he had friends in the Vatican in Rome who remarkably helped him reach Argentina . He was a man who was now well know for his crimes. News carried the voices of the dead he had killed into peoples minds . The Diary of Anne Frank nailed Eichmann as a name to fear.

He must have watched his back but had said many times.” I will leap into my grave laughing because of the feeling of that I have 5 million people on my mind is for me a source of extreme satisfaction ”

Unbelievable that any human could think like that or wish it on himself in death. He had no God but will know for certain the fires of  Hades for eternity as his crimes are unforgivable.

In a concrete box made into a house he with a woman and a job in local factory of Mercedes car making traveled each day on the bus at same time  each day. Back and forth for years but in time the Jews who had survived the ordeal  built a Nazi catching police unit and Eichmann had been found. By stealth alone they hired cars and set a plan to take him by night from the bus home to a car waiting .Plates changed out to the waiting plane . They first had to identify it was he. This took some time as the SS tattoo had been burned off with the number too but Eichmann had slipped up in fast interview gave his SS number as another name not his for a soldier his number is foremost in his mind forever. So the SS number was that of Eichmann.

He was tried  back in Jerusalem and unrepentant hanged in Tel- Aviv 1st of June 1962. His body cremated and his ashes dumped from a swill bucket into the sea well off the coast of Palestine. For me a school boy in England could not understand why the Vatican was part of it. Then over the years since have come to see the evil of that same institution who dared to pay Spain to attack England to make our dear Queen a slave of the pope that Bishop of Rome who hated Britain for loss of funds paid to Rome added into billions  even then in 1540.

Eichmann was the Devils own Disciple and true follower of his own mind and thoughts like Hitler who had endorsed him and knew what would be the fate of millions in death camps all over Europe.


Was it a war of pure greed or was it a war that produced more the hand of real evil from the many who flocked around Hitler all the same evil mixture as each other. Hitler and perhaps Eichmann too of Jewish extract makes it even more sinister in truth. The fact that Hitler married a Jew makes it even more amazing. Only they knew why it was brought about as no human being could ever condone it. A mass murder of around 8 million Jewish people in our times, horrific.

To look at him at trial, a frail dwarf of a man, one would not suspect he could be so evil but he was.



imagesMaybe here the real sick smile of a true villain can be see as sentence of death is passed by court on him.


I wish you all my best and thank you for your time to give me. Yours Sir Kevin.

Copyright Kevin Parr Bt. 2020.

The burning building case.

Long ago in deepest darkest Oxford a young man leaves university life to join a Vicars sub division selling arms to anyone who paid well. His name was Roger Morrison Sellwood and this is his story. It is a tale of greed, dishonour , and, perhaps pay back.

This case takes us far from our shores into Ukraine in May month 1952.

Winning an order for six armour plated tanks and over 200 new Gpmg machine guns from the Russian unmarked soldiers he saw the massacre of many poor peasant farmers wives and children.Yet after the initial shock and having been treated well by a General from Moscow in soviet dress who signed the form for order, he said nothing but thank you. Over the next 10 year Sellwood sold thousands on arms to Russia in all parts of the world . Back in 1956 Sellwood alone made his company more cash than ever seen before from the Soviet Russian envolament  in the Hungarian revolution . Thousands of civilians died alongside soldiers in this horrific war .Then Sellwood saw it as his best wages ever.


In Serbia in 1970s he made millions in commission  pay with full order books for his employers. Many dead he stepped over to reach his target of arms sales.

Back home for Christmas 1958 he meets miss Cora Harvey, working a Lyons corner house in Trafalgar Square London. She was serving at table cakes to the middle class ladies. It for him was love at sight. Over the next two years of courtship he buys a house just outside of the city of Oxford. Foxholes became their home as man and wife. Little Henry was born in 1963  and his life as father could not have been better. Cora was a good girl good wife and mother but not an educated mind. She did ask what Sellwood did for a living once but was told Government oversea agent. No more.

He was in fact gone for weeks at a time but she trusted him and was proved to be right as far as faithful duties.She wanted for nothing and so when Sellwood packed to fly to Middle East she first noticed the pistol in the side wall of the half packed case.


That evening ,after her husband Roger had left she first saw the line on ghosts coming down the main stairs towards her just faces in a sheet of mist. faces with open wide mouths and silent screams. She was found by the childs nurse flat out cold across the hall floor less than half hour later.

Roger returned and she told him her plight . He laughed loudly ,Ghosts do you no harm they cant, their dead. From than on her visions became regular and in different forms.Then in a dream like trance her young six year old son Henry fell to his death falling down the stairs. Roger never got over his loss and his wife was taken off to hospital having tried suicide. In the passing months Roger was shot dead in Serbia and his great house far back in England caught fire and burned to the ground. Her body was searched for for days but no human remains were found by police teams. Firemen and Insurance agents. Mrs Cora Sellwood had vanished. She has never been seen since.


Make what you may from that, but this case is closed.

Hope you enjoyed this fictional tale Sir Kevin says thank you for reading it.


Copyright Kevin Parr Bt Jan 2020

The last farewell.

The morning started much as ever in the live of Mary Gifford. She had kissed her husband Tom and left for work with her camera bag soon after. For Mary was a photographer for international news.  Working close with police. While Tom Gifford was an advertising agent in busy Fleet Street London England.

Life for the newly married pair had taken much planing but now happy with life in harness both had their jobs to go to and meet up at night at home for dinner. It was a good relationship as it had been so decided at the off that nothing would be held back by either and no secrets either hidden by either side.

Tom was working on a big promotion when he met David in the office of his employer. David had sought Tom out and the two became friends. David had just arrived in the cafe with Tom for coffee. The talk turned to women. David said he had lost the love of his life and she he hoped was happy. He had called her a pet name of Bundles. Tom listened to all David said before he spoke of Mary his wife and was surprised at Davids interest.

Time went by and he was ready to leave for work pressed Tom but David remained. As he left Tom saw all at tables smiling at him and so waved at then who now scowled. Confused he returned to his desk.


The evening he told Mary of his chance meeting with David and Mary smiled as she was happy Tom had a friend at work. Dinner over they sat resting and then Tom told her that David had a strange pet name for his ex girlfriend of Bundles. To this Mary gasped. She soon took control and listened to all Tom had said and what this David had said. Over and over again until Tom was tired with it. Mary then changed the subject to holidays.

Tom had said that he was going to meet David next coffee break in the cafe on Lyons corner. That day Mary too made time to be there. Tom sat talking to himself and looking at an empty chair. To the amusement of all in the cafe. Mary felt ill just watching the performance. She had to be sure. Camera set she took a photo and left hurriedly.

Tom was back home now and upset as people had been so nasty to him saying he needed help. Help quite what for, he had no idea.


That evening Mary brought the conversation around to David. Tom told her that David was to travel away on business finished here. He was sorry for that but he said that David was happy that all was well with my marriage and left me in the cafe to finish my coffee. He did not think he would see David for a while.

Mary took out a photograph of her dead lover and Tom said yes that is David .She then showed him himself talking to an empty chair and Tom slowly came to see what had happened. David was the ghost checking that Mary was alright.

Living down his talk to a chair he avoided that cafe and worked harder to forget and be useful so none would bring the subject up.

Mary was happier than ever and made her husband happy with their life as one with a boy child soon after. David never returned but having left her diary on her bedside table Tom saw her last remark and smiled.


David, rest easy old friend.No worries do not fear.   Words from her diary .

The day of destiny

“Hello, is that Carling Cabs.I wish to order a taxi now. ”

The callers last words. Not a trace of her in the flat in Londons best corner. The facts do not add up for police nor for private detective Alan Bale.

The door is open the house in darkness Bale has been called by a client to this address. Inside are but empty rooms and in the last place he looks ,the bedroom a coffin lays where once the bed was set. He feels stunned as he sees the lid slowly lifting and suddenly he falls to the floor in shock as  a white faced girl takes his hand.

“What the hell is going on.” declares the police inspector.

” No idea sir , nothing here but dust. ”

“This is the house Bale told me he was in last night to see a client. He came alone. ”

“If he did sir we have no way of knowing as no foot marks  in the dust so he cannot have entered inside .Then that door is heavy and locked. We had to fetch the locksmith to open it. ”

” Bale is missing. Put out his description and close this place up .It is chilling me out lad. ”

” Yes Sir it is colder in here than expected for time of year.”

The police are gone Bale is sat in front of tall man who insists he needs help.

“Who are you, as that girl looked very dead? ”

” Not at all mister Bale, Amanda is alive and well. Ill call her she is awake. ”

‘You need not bother. Seen enough to know something here is wrong”

‘Wrong. Come now sir .We are two adults what can be wrong. I want you to find a man who is hiding from me in this city. Nothing else.”

” His name?”

“First my situation. Call me as soon as found. I am at work after dark only. ?”

” Why?”

“Why call me or why work only at night? Time to answer both questions. But first your solemn promise you will tell no one of this meeting. ”

“Another question in the riddle. I am finding you vague and if no details will you give me, ill walk away mister Black.”

” This is my ward Amanda .You meet last evening. See she is well and as lovely as ever. ”

” Why sleep in a box then?”

‘My ward is an actress and studying her new role for some film or other. Come; answers now. You see mister Bale .This man is in need of my help. He is a drug addict and left my surgery un attended.”

” You are a doctor?”

“Oh! far more than that Bale. I am a healer of lifes pains. But we move on. Yes the man is called John Little aged about 21. He is of good family in the city and came to me for help with addictions. Amanda here gave him rest and I was called away with another matter. He was gone on my return. I have not helped him at all.”

“I see. Then the next question?”

‘” On your insistence. I work at night owing to my eyes unable to suffer strong light. ”

” So wear sun glasses by medical needs.”

” You have sensed something have you not Bale. I see it in your eyes as of just now.”

“You mean am I speaking with a Vampire ,then yes ,I am. So help me God no reflection of Amanda in that mirror is a good clue would you not think so -Mister Black?”

” Then I need not bore you further Mister Bale.”

Suddenly Bale was in an empty room again. So strange with such speed it vanished and he stood alone in the dark save for the city lights in the window as he pulled the heavy curtains back filled the room with light. It was daylight already.

His mind as strong as ever just his legs so weak he made his way back to the street and behind him the door slammed shut. He was alone and now the impulse to run for his very life. His interview with death a thing to forget, if only that was possible.

the vampire in the hood with glowing eyes in the forest

The body of a young medical student was hauled out of the Thames at Mortlake six days latter by police. The dead male drained of blood was named  by police as  John Andrew Littlejohn. A 21 year old student of law.

In his memoirs Detective Alan Bale left us just one clue as  to who this mister Black really was. He is mentioned in the bible it claims. To us his number is 666.

How he had been spared he just had no idea of. ” May be”, Said the priest at his funeral ,” This man was loved by God.” For the police it was just another day of London life. For many like them nothing so sinister will ever befall them and so many many will never believe that we are never alone.


Let me now thank all my readers for loyalty shown and God be with you all.

Sir Kevin.

copyright Kevin Parr Bt 2020


The Lady called. short story

It was April 1902. London was full of travelers and the warm sun had brought out many pale people to revel in the glory of that day. None as pale as the body on the Coroners slab.

” My verdict is drained of all blood and liquid. Dry as the bones inside him. ” Barked the man who knew the dead so well.

‘So, murdered was he Jacob.? ”

‘ Unless he drained himself,Id say yes. Over to you now Inspector .”

The body belonged to one Phillip Pardo a doctor in Sherpards Bush area of that said city.

Three days later a body came to light in the Thames river . Drained of blood stabbed in the heart .In the water just 2 hours. Found by a boatman who hit it with his oar.

Over six weeks 3 more copses were found by police .The last one, Mister James King a silversmith in Oxford Street aged just 34.

“Right ,we know two bodies found in that house so as it backs on to the river one must say that it is the certain place to start today .”

The sixteen policemen saw that Inspector Carl Davies meant every word. Suddenly the station was empty of voices. The Coroner sat down next to Davies.

‘A rare do this then. Seems to me its someone who sells blood to hospitals.”

‘Checked all last week. Not one without an alibi. Could it it be more than one person.A gang .Such as that case I did years ago. ”

‘You mean the Gitting case . Oh! not as cruel .Didnt she boil them alive?” Gasped the Coroner.

‘Sickened me. Case I will not forget. Poor sods, just kids. Mental; she was the Devil they called her.Dead and burned these many years.”

Over at number 134 Cherry lane the house empty save for a mirror more suited in a dress shop reflected the light into the eyes of the incomers. After a search lasting four hours only the fact that the back door led through a small yard onto the river. It was clear that at least one body was set into the water there.  His wallet was  found flung into the coal heap onside the small  brick shed. Not only that but the small foot imprint of a womans foot in the coal dust. A cast in plaster of Paris was made and all returned to the police station to write  all up as record.

‘ So mister Pardo was just leaving work after being paid a wage. Yet nothing was stolen from his slip is right for the amount in his wallet.”Said the Inspector.

Time was not on police side as the top lot wanted results and newspapers told of incompetence on police part.

All connected with Cherry Lane had been rounded up and one by one released that is until Davies came to an elderly woman who interested him so much. The lady was Italian around 60 with lively blue eyes that fixed him to the chair. She gave her name as Mrs Silvia De Natas  and left the Inspector powerless to speak for some minutes afterwards.

‘ I feel rather silly but that woman is not right. “declared Davies and all looked up.

‘ We saw her this morning but she was ill she told us .We thought her over 80. ” Cried the second officer. Nodding of heads in agreement gave birth to the Inspector sorting her name out in his head.

“Silvia, De Natas is Satan backwards. what the hells going on. Harding go and fetch her back she cant have gone far.

Davies waited until way after dark but PC Harding did not return. Next morning his lifeless remains lay on the Coroners table drained on blood, whiter than snow, his face and hands.

‘My God Jacob”  ,cried the Inspector taking off his hat and coat.

“Yes you may say that. Poor young fellow was found slumped over a barrel of best bitter beer outside of the Bird in Hand Arms public house at 5am this morning. Still in uniform.

“Right all you lot, armed .Come with me and find that old woman for somehow she is wrapped up in this. ”

A thin blue line of men marched across the city and into that house in Cherry lane. Deserted but on the floor near the cellar door lay a policemans wooden batton.  On closer inspection his note book in the dust. No sign of a struggle and not a drop of blood to be found.

‘Find that old maid she is around here someplace. For hours they torn the place apart then behind a wall of sliding panels they found a young lady naked in a bath of what looked like milk in a bathroom of marble pillars. Out came Davies pistol but she stood up naked and asked for a towel. As beautiful as anyone had seen she smiled. ‘So why are you all here in my house?’ Her lips just pouting.

‘ And who are you pray tell?: demanded Davies.

She sat down half covered transfixing the eyes of policeman. Davies not so taken in. He saw her blue eyes and felt them hold him but could not as he was so aware.


“I tell you that I know you now. Years ago in Italy a beauty called Bedricca Rappuceni attracted victims into her fathers gardens .A walled affair indeed. Her father took their souls in order that he could be young for ever. ”

“It is but a story dear Inspector. ” she was playing with his mind and he knew it .His eyes looking at the fireplace not at her.

“Do you kill the innocent to be young. If souls are your thing Satan why drain them of blood. ”

” So maybe you think you have found me out. Pray sit down with me”

‘Oh! not likely. Only that you are not her daughter you are she whom I interviewed yesterday who looked 60. My men told me when they saw you 80 was their guess. Rejuvenate each killing do you. 18 now at most today”

He turned back to her to an empty chair and a towel on the floor. Not one policeman took their eyes off her but she had gone from the room in full view not seen.


The case was never written down nor did they ever see this woman ever again but in his mind Davies knew her real name was -death . It was not his time to go. No more this story tells. Other than that Davies died a natural death in 1927 but his son knew that death had entered his fathers  room. The fear on the old mans face told him she was there with them.

Short story again. Sir Kevin says thank you for bothering to read it.

Copyright 2019 Kevin Parr Bt