Detective James at the ready,concluded.

The sun hung low over the tree line birds flew and the sound of voices heard in the Dell. The land almost dry at the edges of the Mire as police teams searched every inch.

” Danger is John you lads are very near the heart of this bog. May be sun has dried the spread of the soft part all up but the land is but a march vibrating under footfall.  Be careful man nothing is worth dying for.”

” My men are experts in this area sir Andrew but treasure is the last thing on my mind .”

“Sorry.I dont understand you now. ”

” That girl Alison Gibbs that served in your employ is dead sir. She never left this house. Her remains are out there someplace. ”

” Good God sir you mean someone murdered her,Why?”

” She told her killer of the treasure is my guess.”

The call went up at that same moment and after just four hours her remains had been located.

“Hello Horatio. Died of a large bang on the head. Broken scull. Some one with a heavy arm. ” Panted the overworked police pathologist.

” Thanks Doctor Dee. My hunch is right you see. ”

“John as long as I have known you your hunch is always right. See you back at the Yard .Oh! your lads are finger printing a large ball hammer head found above the victim just a meter down in the earth. Enough for now will know more when I have her loins on my table. Later then”

The afternoon went slowly on the team muddy and tired transported back to base .

“So who killed her then?”

” Wait for fingerprints we can only hope enough proof is left on a hammer 12 years in the earth. ”

“But you have a hunch who did it.”

“Your ghost sir Andrew. ”
“My sister could not have dragged a body as a ghost. ”

” Your sister is dead sir no place in this case. You see someone wanted you to walk into a trap set for you. See that mark in your carpet. ”

“Faintly but no chest in my time sat on that spot.”

“Some place in this wood panel is a catch. I have traced it all over and nothing. “Proclaimed the Detective.

“A door you mean. ”

” Yes exactly it was perhaps a priests hiding hole built by Catholic workman long ago. Usually built near a fireplace so the victim chased by Crown could keep warm in winters. Small room just enough to sleep flat out in. The family would feed him .”

” Catholics we were long ago yes. Same as all older families all changed over to Anglican when King Henry Tudor ordained his own church. ”

“There. This candle holder moves.Watch out sir Andrew.”

“My word your right a space behind it. Hardly used in centuries until of late someone used it to spy. That mark on your carpet fits this door opening.”

“Ladder in here John.”

The Detective climbed into the attics and used his torch with the new bulb Dee had fetched for him. In the ray of the torch light a bed was unmade and bread lay in slices on a plate with very stale jam. No one had been there in years as mold set on the bed blanket and plate told of time gone by.  He reached down to pick up a shiny disc. It was in close light a button from a soldiers jacket.

“So John the 3rd Light Infantry first world war uniform. ”

“That food is less than 3 weeks old Sir Andrew .No ghost here. See this pot it contains theatre grease .It shines in the dark. Who ever played your sister hid up in that attic used the ladder to reach the stairs and perform her role to appear before you. We are looking for an actress who is somehow connected to the dead girl who worked here. ”


“My word what ever else.?”

“More is the case .Your ghost is exposed but now work out why she performed is far more interesting than her act.”

“She was after the treasure then.”

” Yes but more to this than treasure.  Ill get to it straight soon. ”

Back in his office in Londons Met he called Dee.

“Yes two clear prints. Both belonging to Mrs Elsie Banks of The Strolling players company London.”

“Pick her up Harris and book her for murder.”

” Bit of info for you Horatio.”

“All ears Dee come in.”

” That body was moved some weeks before we found it. ”

” I know .You see dead by a fall from a ladder her mother buried her at night in the gardens. Then when we came to search she had to move her daughter again out of our way but she could not have know the full extent of my search plan.”

“You have been doing your homework Johnny boy. ”

“Mrs Elsie Banks is an old friend .I arrested her twice for fraud. Her child in care while she served time in Holloway prison. ”

” That child was her that worked for your Sir Andy then?”

” The very one. Soon as your fingerprints came to light i had it worked out.”

“That army button then, explain that?”

” Elsie was playing at the Dukes stage and played a soldiers moll .That great coat she still had on racing to find Sir Andrews treasure. ”

” Did she find it then.”

“She did and so did I. ”

” What.You have it here old son. ”

He smiled as he opened the desk drawer and took out a box.

“Go on man whats in it.”

“Here take it.”

The good doctor did as asked and to his surprise took out a broken rusted iron key.

” What will it fit in this state Horatio?”

“A good question but I know the answer. It connects to a bank box belonging to Sir Andrew now. He is as we speak, on his way here. ”

Sir Andrew on a stick managed to arrive safe at Detective James office.

‘So which bank is it John?”

” You tell me Sir Andrew. ”

“I beg your pardon.”

” You may but your under arrest for murder Sir Andrew.”

” Your maid found out about that key .I fond the box in your attic and before her and her mother could get to that bank you threw the girl down stairs killing her stone dead. You then set her body on a sack and dragged her into the garden.  For over a year she lay under your roses.Then hearing from me about the search you panicked and reburied the body in the dry march. That hammer head you had kept and used it now to frame her mother if body was found by us. ”

“What rubbish. Why would I do anything like that. ”

He smiled and took up the phone. “Send in Elsie.” was all he asked of Harris next door.

Elsie was marched in in handcuffs she told her part of this story as mistress to Sir Andrew who owed her more money than said. She found her daughter a placement in his service but he did not know the relationship to the mother.Between them they found the clues and as the key as found Sir Andrew overheard the plan and decided to act. Mother was back on stage, girl faced Sir Andrew and he killed her. Mother than appeared to soften the old boy up and find her daughter. When discovery came that she was indeed dead a mother lost her temper in grief and tried to kill Sir Andrew by poisoning his food. Result he lost control of his legs.

‘Arrest both of them book Andrew for murder and her for attempted murder .”

‘ Hate to ask Horatio but how do we know the account. ”

” We have it Dee. Here across the page 78. This history of his family .Page 78 line 6 and 090 in the margin. Try any combination may well work. Bring the car around. ”

‘Yes Sir. ”

The oldest bank in the world  of Medici fame held the account. 090786 opened the safety box and before their gazes lay on a blue satin cloth a sparkling necklace of pink diamonds best ever seen. The setting of Stuart silver edged with gold and six exactly same sized large pink diamonds with lesser size around chain. The bank had it valued at 226 million pounds.  To the Banks grateful thanks Detective John James placed the lid down and locked it.

‘Thank you .I do suspect another 500 years may pass by before that box is opened again by another relative of the owner now serving life in Wandsworth prison. ”


End of story hope you found it an entertaining read.

Yours sincerely Sir Kevin.

Copy right Kevin Parr Bt 2020.



Detective James at ready, continued

The dusk fell over the house. The little dressing room bed he lay on had him sleep soundly until dawn at 6am. Then as he stood looking out across the gardens from a window over the sink he noticed a strange vision linger among the tree belt that marked the drive. He could just make it out as it darted back into the undergrowth. It was a figure in white and visible as it glowed.

He hurriedly dressed and made his way down to the locked side door in the kitchens. Up at the place he had witnessed the figure he searched and down on the long grass his fingers touched a greasy substance. Lifting this substance to his nose he suddenly knew what he was up against.

At breakfast he said nothing of his find to the cook and ate in silence alone. At length the master arrived and selected kippers and so sat at far end of table from John.

” Sleep well John?” Said the master of the house as his fork took up the smoked fish.

“Yes thank you. How many retainers do you employ sir.”

“Well! Mrs Tuttle my cook ,been with me 12 years. Peter ,my do it all man. Drives me and gardens ,fixes problems around the place .Plumber joiner that sort of thing. 5 years to date. Used to have a kitchen maid but we fell out as I cook caught he stealing silver. Bad show too it was. Police and such. ”

“How old and what became of her sir.”

“Oh! 17 perhaps Ill check in my book. She left with our reference and went ,well who knows.”

“Matters little these days .factory more the thing. Worcester girl then. ”

“No thats the thing. London, orphan. Came through agency my dear wife rang.”
“So she lived in.”

” Of course. Why?”

‘ No matter just a hunch. Can I see her room sir. ”

Day went on and Detective John James sat reading a book he had taken down from the shelves in the lounge room. As suspected grease marks on the page that held the information gave the game away. In his mind the girl had read this book and many times the same page. It was a history of the owners family. The page 67 told of an ancient Lord who had buried a treasure in the grounds of his estate to save it from the soldiers hunting him.

It was Civil  War in England the family lost at the battle of Towton  in Yorkshire and the Knights father killed in fight leaving only his younger son to escape from the slaughter grounds. The Duke of York dead and so many Englishmen of Nevile line had joined the ranks of the dead there. He had raced back to the house and gathered all valuable together and buried in in sea chests in the area of the land around house. He had taken ship to France and died of fever in Paris two year later with no money in his purse.

James came to the line that suggested the treasure was in the area of the rear of house drive. The land then four times larger that today took the fields to the left away sold off by the Earl who came a century later.

“So there you are John .Good read is it. ”

” Sit down sir.We have much to talk over now.”


” This book tells of the family treasure. Your kinsman buried it in sea chests on the land behind this house.”

“Yes so they say but my father,God love him.He spent all he had searching for it. Someone dug it up years before was his conclusion.”

‘ I think not. You see the porch on the entrance was built in the years 1816.1820. Who was owner then.”

“God knows. Lord Harry I think. He fought Waterloo with Duke of Wellington you know.”

“Waterloo was fought in June 1815 so yes Lord Harry it must have been. You see this house is wrong way around.”

” What ?”

“By building that porch so grand and turning the drive to it it shortened the drive and altered the entrance. That is why your rooms and all in the sunshine. The old entrance is your great hall.”

” So that great stone lintel was over that doorway. ”
” Yes Queen Mary Tudors time that part was built it says here. So he turned it all about easily and made it grander by far .It also faces the sun in the morning room he also built and made an old dark house far lighter by so doing. ”

“Lord Harry hmmm!”

‘ You do see what this means.”

“Well my poor father dug over the wrong part of gardens looking for that treasure.”

“Yes but more so someone else worked that out too. ”

” Who else not me I had not a single clue.”

“No but that girl that you dismissed had read this book many times.Here see this greeze.Its kitchen stained by working hands. Either your cook or most likely the girl. Her name would be handy sir. ”

“Never Mary my cook. That girl .erm! let me check. Something like Alice something. Ill go and ask cook. ”

I must come with you as she may know something we need to know. ”


Part Three to follow.

Thank you for reading .Sir Kevin sends love to all.

Copyright Kevin Parr Bt 2020


Detective John James at the ready

Dark the night high the moon over the heather lane. The detective sorry he had not changed the bulb in the flashlight hand torch. Dimly he picked his way as a man lost in a dark cellar hugs the walls.

The Queens Men public bar was the first place he called at.

‘You look done in sir. On foot on a night like this?”

“Car left in next town car park engine failure. Anything to eat here?”

“Closing time in ten. I can ask our cook for soup and roll but thats about it”

“Lovely make it with butter if possible.”

The bar man marched off to the kitchen door and vanished into the affray beyond.

Just then Detective James saw he had a signal on his mobile and rang his desk hoping someone was working late in New Scotland Yard. He need not have worried as that someone was Detective Constable Harris.

“Where sir?”

“Lower Slaughter Harris. One mile outside. I am having a bite to eat in a pub so can you send someone to the car park behind Police Station there as car engine packed up on my. Where ?No  Cotswolds area. Why?  Harris I was on my way to see Sir Andrew Barber at Chambell manor Worcester.”

“Your soup and bread and butter sir. Its carrot soup sir .Everything to your taste?” The barman handed the tray over.

‘Thank you, many be a glass of dry red wine to wash it down seeing Im not driving tonight. Alas. ”

“Dry red French sir?

“What ever you have mister? ”

“Bob Prentice sir. Barman and church sexton on weekends.”

Harris rang back as James took to spoon to soup bowl. “Yes Harris. ”

“Found your car sir, garage man says new engine.”
“What ever upstairs says Harris ill hire a car on expenses.

“Roger that sir .Nothing in your tray Ill inform command in morning.Good night sir”

The soup he enjoyed the bread stale but he decided a bed would be better and was lead to a room above the main lounge looking over the fields of middle England.

It was therefore after a good hearty breakfast that James hired a new fiat and drove down to meet Sir Andrew at his old manor house front door.

‘So your the fellow famous for ghostly events . Im Sir Andrew Barber. Come in. ”

The purpose for this meeting was Sir Andrew as brother in law to Chief Constable who as boss to Detective James department had asked for help.

“You say a ghost stood over your bed Sir Andrew ”

“Well John if it was not, im a Dutchman .”

Old place like this can seem so ghostly could it not have been a dream?”

” No it was as clear as a lamp shining and face of a woman all white and pale .Not a thing to recall but cannot get it off my mind.You see I knew who it was.”

“You knew her?”
“Indeed I did.My sister Eveline .Dead these last 12 years.Cancer aged 40 took her you know. ”

“Yes sir  I drove my boss to the funeral at Saint Oswalds churchyard near here. ”

“Look old boy I had not touched a single drop that evening she came to me. ”

“What .Did she speak ?”

“No but she handed me this note?”
” A literate ghost what ever next.”


“You can mock if you wish young man. Here read this.” He took up a paper from his side table and handed it carefully to the policeman.

“I see. Short and sweet. Take your self to Atlade and pay for your sins. Atlade sir?”

” A ridge looking over from my land to the dell beyond.”

“Have you been there since sir?”

“No. legs not up to that. Stick in soft ground after so much rain you see no good.”

” How far?”

” About a mile as crow flies. across the moor is only way from this house. ”

” On foot or car. ”

” Barley a foot can find a path across the mire.”

“Wet lands then. ”

“This weather indeed more than wet lands suck you in like worms.”

” Can I take a look at your bedroom sir. ”

” Rather take you up to my room than walk to Atlade John. ”

So it was that John James entered a large wood paneled room with a stone mullioned window bearing in stained glass the arms of the old mans family. The room dark in all corners but no board creaked under his foot fall.

“It was here I lay and from that door she drifted to me.I was in fear but she brought a skin and bone arm white as cotton sheets from inside of lowing silk gown and handed me that note. As I took it, dazed  was  I ,she drifted backwards into that wall.  “He pointed out to an oak wall in six large panels. A great brass lamp with six shades affixed to centre place.

James tapped at all panels and side timbers but the sound assured how solid that wall was. It was then as he gazed at the carpet were a slight depression took his eye.

“What is it John my boy.” Cried Sir Andrew.

‘ Cant say its anything.This depression have you moved a chest of drawers from this wall recently. ”

“Not to my knowledge Chest on chest 1670 against that wall. He lazily pointed across to the opposite wall. James then looked at the feet .Great solid balls under the cross beam told him nothing. He searched for clues but nothing came to light .Then as he walked to the door to leave he felt a chill come over him and as he looked into the corridor a ghostly figure peered back at him from the far end. For seconds only and as he blinked it vanished. Onwards he ran to that spot but nothing came to his hand to say anything was wrong.

“So we both saw that Detective did we not?”

“Yes.  I saw it I admit fearful, what ever it is.”
‘Its my sister, that was what we both saw”


Next week part two.

Thank you all Ill make it worth the wait.

Copyright Kevin Parr Bt.

The young Kings man.

The moonlight led the way across the cobbled stable yard. The driving rain swinging the lantern. The creak of stable doors disturbed the hound. Sniffing the way to the prey he slide in behind his master ready to be his guard. The Inn was mid way from the Gates of York with its many heads of spikes .Traitors all of them who fought against their Duke. Edward was King now and golden haired golden voiced and giant to his subjects was more a God to his troops.

The thin line of soldiers traversed the mountain track down into the valley behind their leader.The Road from Wakefield had been long and this patrol Scottish loyal and Edwards faithful friends.

The wind howled thin and restless as from under the hay came the stable lad sleepily. The riders hand quick to the blade saw in time the need to relax. The horse hot and steaming white on the blue black mare shone in the moonlight as a ghost .The boy rubbed her down with a straw whip and curry comb in hand he began his task. She spluttered with vapor as much to say thanks. His touch told her to trust.

In the Inn now her able master was being fed a gruel of lamb and carrots in barley. Red wine in goblet he was engaged well in silent meaning. Over the cobbles iron shoes rattled to a stop .His men now arrived .He raised a hand to tell the landlord to make haste with grooms and feed for his horses and men.

In the gloom of the yard no one noticed the lean and quick figure of a beggar in rags pass out of the way into the barn of hay.  He was Robert the servant of Phillip the Bold the disguised spy ready to listen at cracks in doors for the slightest clue to race the wind back to his master with news of the young Kings army.

Captain Crompton was a leader born .He sat now watching his men eat. A pipe of baccy hanging from his lips a hand steady with the taper ,he drew the hot smoke into his body and exhailed with ease.

The inn was full of travelers and one young boy was listening to the landlords wife.A big strong and no messing lass from Devils Bridge. She roared to the cooks to hurry with the food. More had arrived and Crompton was busy deploying his men as horses filled the cobbled yard and sparks flew as iron hooves scraped and pawed at the uneven stone floor.

Inside that inn sat a silent hooded man. His cloak of ragged ends had once been noble cloth. He had ridden hard in it from way back in time. He was known to the Landlord as Black Jack a man who was best left alone.

The boy was interested in the traveler and served him a dish of food. Ale not wine and he handed over a golden crown telling the boy to tell him when it was all gone. Not once did the boy see his face his voice was gravel hard and he decided not to befriend him.

The morning broke clear and bright the last dregs of the storm no more. The horses mounted the post horn broke in as a stagecoach rattled in to the yard just as the troops raced out. Confusion as bags and trunks remained as grooms and ostlers flew to clean the overnight bays and mess of many horse.

The stage guard and Whip non to happy flung the passengers trunks and bags down and without warning raced the team and coach out and away.

The Landlord came out to help saying his peace on go. The passengers upset slid in the horse muck and down went one fine lady crying as her husband helped her up asked if anything was broken to be moaned at about the ruined dress.

That man was Simon Best the Judge and the landlord was reeling with un ease as he was put in his place.

The yard soon was back to normal and the stable boys darted back in the hay to rest. A stable wicked creaked and behind it the spy was ready to listen to the boys talking.

He learned that Cromptons men had spoken over common news of battle expected but he learned nothing he had not guessed.

Over the moor lay the city of York and the other way led down to Pickering. it was sun up and soon the guests were at table dining. All was back as normal and no one noticed the beggar slip away into the thickets and and over the gypsy lane to York.

Black Jack had seen him leave and was soon mounted and spurring lightly his horses flanks he headed to the west.

That evening a tawny sunset had him back at table hood over his eyes in his usual corner. The boy asked if the ride was good. The travelers hand shot out like lightening and grasped hard the boys arm. Pulling him close he whispered in his ear. ‘ Mind yer business lad .What you do not know will not hurt you. ”

It was never enough to scare him well and being released from the Travelers iron grip he slipped by silent in the night from that day forth.

Black Jack never showed his face but was known far and wide for his voice was that distinct and his walk long stride and fast. His sword as sharp and long as his stride Black Jack was a strange man who all who had him in their camp asked no questions so told no lies.

The day had come for the battle ahead. The great armies combined in the mingled mass of uniforms. The roar of battle heard 20 miles off in the town of Taunton. Yellow the sun ,thin in a grayblue dishwater sky. The dead lay like fallen carrion all over that land but only the commanders rode fast back to hide.  The rain clouds building over head as the long knifes of the local wives cut ring fingers of the dead and clothing and boots able to be worn as the dead no longer need them. The rains fell with avenging rage ,bouncing like lambs off the dead.

From the hiding place of General Fowler in the forest above Monmouth to the north he and four officers played cards over a barrel of strong beer taken by force of the retreat.

Blacker that the forest glades a rider softly approached . Within moments the cards lay spread over the ground .The barrel on its side and five dead men spoke not another word in this life.

This dark rider mounted and rode fast to reach London by morning. His entrance in the war office of Royal Edward was at 11am and the great oaken doors slammed shut behind him. In talks only the council and the spy master sat. By 2.13pm that day a rider on a black mount slid out of that room and raced the Kings highway to the town on Monmouth on border of Wales. Here his mark , a strong hearted farmer who was forming a revolt against the new young King was addressing his men. Twenty or so plough boys and farm horse men. None had any idea that the hooded rider in their midst was Black Jack.

Six days later the son of York rose to the throne of England as an 18 year old general six foot six inches tall towering as a hero blonde and golden to be King Edward 1V.  He was the Sun in Splendour King,  long before the French Louis was ever born.


Selby and his tale

Far flung the mist of  dawn with the sun rising across Tiger Paw bay. The ship on her side on the rocks and her cargo of black gold drown to a man in chains. In the downy turf of land the survived sailor clung too and had slept in exhaustion wet and steaming now in the golden heat of an African day. His name being Edward Selby and this his story in all.

Born out of wedlock,child of the parish of Dawlish in Devon England in 1767 and now aged 23 in the year of God 1790 he was lost in the country of slaving. From his position he saw below him, long before he could hear them . A tribe of native males.From the spears they shook as they marched forward to the wreck on the rocks his fate lay in escape only.

Up they came in hundreds . Slavers all of them black as jet polished in the sunlight he watched them traverse across the rocks as fleet as mountain goats. Before they went down the hold to see  what was worth taking he had taken to his feet and slide down the mountain side to the worn path and discovered a row boat had floated up into a cave. Here he made good and took the oar and was about to push the boat out into the retreating tide. When suddenly the man stood over him pistol in hand and dressed in the robes of a pirate. No time for introduction Selby shot him dead.The powder had dried in the pan and had worked. He had not time now as taking sword and pistol with bag of lead he shot back to join the tide not knowing at all a plan. The shot had alerted the Blacks and only by skill with oar did he manage to ship off before they could reach him. he left them hurling spears at him and one struct the oarlock. rowing for all he was worth he reached the ocean and effected his escape.


Four hours later he had speared a fish but had no option but to eat it raw. Days drifted by the sun beating down and no shade to hide under young Edward was blistered and lips crusted badly. He awoke to the blue cloudless heavens and a cobalt calm sea. his eye lids burned he in pain could just make out a headland . He however had no power to row fell back and slept. Some time later that day he came to in a shady room a hand maiden tending his lips with sweet honey. In a language he had no knowledge of she talked softly and calmly to him. He had no idea what she said but he was sure she was helping him.

The weeks rolled by he was eating well  now. He noticed his pistols and clothing over ata desk on far side of a lavish room. He managed to reach the window and saw the ocean blue and perfect as he was healed by treatments and felt obliged to this maid.

Her name was Elmeria and she the hand maiden of Royal household of Imire of  Syria. He taught her English over a year and soon they were friends.  She found him work as water carrier to the Sultan son. Selby was fed on fresh fruits and decorated meals of olives and fish .Goat and spices with rice .He loved peaches and creams and found he loved this place. Elmira and he talked often of England and he told her all he could of his land of birth. But he did not tell her he was a slaver on a ship of black slaves as cargo to Liverpool docksides. He just told her he worked on big sail ships with trading all over that part and Africa.


She learned that Africa a Roman name for the land of deserts and jungles that lay lower down from Iranian lands. Over time she fell deeply in love with Selby and he with her. in days that passed it became clear to all and even to the great Emire himself. Nothing was said but eyes on him he became aware of.

In the soft evening light as the singer called his song out from minaret Edward Selby placed her in a boat with boxes of food and water he slipped out into the harbour and with cloth sails he reached the gates before they close for night. Outside in the ocean he hugged the coastal waters beyond Iran and around the land a Arabs he made it to an English ship leaving from Nicosia on the Greek island of Cypress. It had been a five day sail and once aboard with his love besides him and offered a cabin he slept. In the strong light of day he woke to find his  Emeira gone and he locked in the cabin fast. He battered at it with all he could by the oaken planks did not give way.  At change of watch they let him out to find they had locked in Captains cabin as gift to the King of England.  Selby was to serve on deck. Here he so used to ships let loose the missen mast sails and watched them fly in the wind away to sea. Uproar prevailed and sailors ran this way and that until the captain appeared on deck where Sebly hit him hard with a wooden mast peg.Down he went Selby sprang tiger like and took the pistol from his belt and held off the crew. The Captain was dead and so not much else to do than accept Selby as Captain. Up went the rescued sails and rigged for bad weather the ship raced home. Elmeria much relieved to be untouched and back with her bow. Offered to cook the crew a meal. So it was that the crew who had hated Captain Evens rejoiced at freedom.


Edward made it clear once docked safe he wanted no part of that ship and the crew must have it. So in 1805 in London Saint Marys Edward married his dark haired wife. Selby became a member of Parliament and owned a hall in South Yorkshire. Selby Hall still stands today.

Hope this tale of truest love will bring joy to all hearts.

Yours Sir Kevin, thanks you.

Copyright Kevin Parr Bt 2020

Part two Detective James case

German made pistol loaded from breach found in river by Tower Bridge steps. What is your verdict Doctor.?

” I found it be exact match for the bullet we have from Diplomatic agents head sir”

‘ Then are there any prints?”

“Yes partly. As i informed Detective James sir. Not much to go on but yes middle finger print inside the barrel . Carried it that way and dumped it. Water did not take it all away. faint but still certain it matches and so same man. ”

‘Thank you Doctor Dee. Now John can we find this killer before I have egg on my face from above. MI5 have no mercy so bring me a name fast.”

” I think sir I have a name now. ”

” Really that is fast.Go on man.”

” Well! can only be a ghost but its David Ashby Jones.”

” But he is dead .1989 plane crash. ”

” Good cover sir. Perhaps our man escaped.”

” Highly unlikely Detective ,I saw the body.”

“Then sir we have ghost to blame for an international murder.”

Good God man i had it with Vampires never could believe half that evidence. Ghost you say. Maybe ?Better do your thing man. Ill be in my office until five so in that time please,if you can?”

The Doctor smiled at James and beat a swift retreat back to his lab. Detective James pulled his tie end into his suit and on with the jacket left the building. Detective constable Harris joined in and drove out to London docks.


‘ Who are we after Sir?”

” Charlie the brick. Shed four end of row.  Coppers Nark from years back. ”

“Is that him sir. Black mac left to picture?”

‘ Id say so looks his size.”

‘ Blimey sir he is a big bugger.”

” Prize fighter at one time .Drink got hold of him early on. ”

The car pulled up alongside the man.

“Mister James himself is it?”

:” How are you Charlie still in the ring.”

” No no mister J trainer now more cash no bangs in the face. What can i do for yer.”

” Well! what can you tell me about Ashby Jones?”

” Six feet under as you well know. ”

” I say he is alive Charlie.Be a good boy and something in it for you. Hear me do you Charles?”

” I do, loud and clear sir. Keep my ear to the pump sir.”

Back in his office the phone rang.

‘ Yes James here . When. Ok thanks. ”

” Glad you could come Horatio. Phoned to tell you but here it is self explained.”

” Great Scot what the hell is it Doc?”

‘ Your looking at David Asby Jones liver. Or so we have been told. Your right who ever that body belonged to it was not David. Liver is riddled with drink related signs. Older man by my reckoning. Say maybe dead before he was killed you see. ”

” I get our meaning. So we have our killer at large.”

” Not a ghost it seems old boy. Good luck Im off to dine with Sir Bill.”

William Forsdyke head of department C. ”

“Very man indeed . Toodle OO.”

The hunt was on and all department on the case by mid day.

By two oclock they had their man .

‘ So as I found him for you sir whats my cut. ”

” Later Charlie lets get him in the cell first hey?”

The criminal sat silent as Top brass attended the interview.

‘ Though you had it all sown up Ashby Jones?”

” Got me over thirty years freedom. Cant be bad can it ?”

“No it cant but we got you now. ”

” Saying nothing copper.'”

‘ Dont have to but I think you will start singing soon. Bring it in please .Right Harris take his prints.”

Later the proof came through all points now matched.

” Now I need only to find out why he killed a diplomat. This should be fun. Is it five yet?”

” 4.12 sir why?”

Five is the time over according to upstairs. Tell you what Harris get up there and tell super its in the bag we have our man proved.Go on chop chop. ”

Down stairs Ashby Jones with his lawyer.

” Right lads move over. Just tell me why you shot a diplomat for the record. ”

” Just a job no other reason .Then how ever that was is for me to know you to forget. ”

” The paymaster is in this building then. ”

” He has said enough my client claims the right of silence Detective.”cried the lawyer

‘ Then maybe your client will sign a statement and mention his paymaster in it.For me to act .If so maybe a deal can be reached. ”

” What kind of deal James?”

” Less than life for murder?”

“Im listening but at my age who cares 20 years in state lock up I will not serve the whole sentence mate dead as brown bread in five Id say. ”

” Cant say I care . Your sentence will stand but it could be soft or hard just as you wish ,mate.”

“Open prison and ill talk.”

” Ill see what I can do yes.?”

Your man is – Sir Gerald Smith. ”

” really you prepared to put that in writing are you?”

“You prepared to give me my prison in writing are you?”

” More likely Walton Liverpool.”

” Thats top security. ”

” Yes and better than London your a dead man in any of Her majesties prisons here.”

” Some place I can see the sky and walk about at times.”

“Scotland suit you?”

” Not lowlands no higher up yes.”

” Judge will decide but we can guide him.Ok deal”

“Paper and pen please and lets get this over. Nailing that bastard upstairs is sweet.”

The police cars piled up in the driveway. The Detective wrote in his diary that Sir Gerald had seen the end and shot himself dead rather than to face British Justice. From top of secret service to an out and out murder arranger over the years of privilege had shocked the whole system of power. Why had he hired out killers without leaving his desk was not know only his bank accounts told some of the story.  Another case over.John James walked home drained of energy at the speed this case had raced through. In his mind his England was a safer place and that pleased him well.

“Good night sir,”

Thank you Harris same to you,and ,thanks for your help today.”

“Your welcome sir.We got him and that is all that Im paid for.”

The End.

Thank you for reading the stories.Yours with respect Sir Kevin.


Copyright Kevin Parr Bt.2020

Another case for Detective James.

For the last hour the clouds hid the face of the sun. The city ,outside of the walls of the jail house buzzed eternally with the noises of the city throng.

At the stake the blindfolded man moved a foot to stir the dust as his last movement on earth. Shots echoed around the Citadel as he slumped forward lifelessly in his bonds. The firing squad fired again and the blood ran to the sand before the order came to unload.

The dead man had been in life a scientist for the American Government Space race. His name is not important nor is his fame. He is dead in the back lot behind his jail in Iraq. Buried deep in the sandy soils of Baghdad.

The heat of this day 4th August 2012 is building up and the call to prayer from minarets all over the city rang as musical chant as a car sped out of the jail yard with two back seat passengers. One Colonel David of Jewish Intelligence his companion that of  Head of security one Zasin Zamir Hassan.


London England 23rd June 2014. Office of Trade.

” Mister Hassan we are glad to be of service to you. Please, sit. ”

‘ You are very kind Sir John. Let me put my case to you in script .” He handed over a brief case of fine leather finish engraved in gold motif of the City  Crest of Baghdad.

” Indeed most kind. Yes we can have coffee and rest before dinner. Then talks begin. ”

” Civilized ways are always the way to success. ”

It was in his hotel room later that evening all trade talks discussed. He sat ready to ring his wife in Iraq when a knock came to the room door. He left the phone ringing and stood to open the door as a gun man shot him down dead. The phone still ringing on the bed.

Waterloo Bridge in London over the River Thames

Waterloo Bridge River Thames.

“Bit of an set up we have here Inspector James. ”

The famous detective stooped at the dead mans side .’International cases are a mess on my desk.Who was he Doc. ?”

“Diplomat from Iraq on some trade mission it seems. Will say 11pm -12ish at latest. Will tell you the caliber after I carve him up. Shall we say 7pm .Farewell Horatio.”

Detective John James watched Dees retreat before inspecting the room. He released the body some minutes later and went back to his office in New Scotland Yard.

“Ah! so there you are James. Please tell me it is not our case to take on.”

‘Hello Sir. Yes your right its not our case. CIA took over about an hour since but this is England sir CIA have no place to deal with it.”

“CIA in London .I will ask the top why. Do no more of this until.”

‘Sir” .

The day drew in the phone on his desk interupted the silence of thought.”Yes Doc.”

“Dee here your shell is a German army round .Big bugger too from 9MM shell .Lugar 1944 model .Nice hole left in his forehead.Want the bullet its here when you call.”

“Yes thanks will do. Tell me Doc what range.”

” Id say 5 feet, may be slightly less. Why?”

” Just checking. He opened the door expecting someone as they are trained not to stand near the door. Wonder who our dead man was expecting?”

“Search me old boy. Your the Detective. Tat tar for now.”

The following morning brought the case back on his desk. The Chief Supper at his side in seconds.

“Just what I did not want. Still the CIA will not bother you James. ”

” No sir but the Iraq police will be no happy family meeting. Here now for the body sir.”

” I will leave that to you . Keep in in the loop Detective and let us pray the dead man is not another bloody vampire. Dont think I can keep all in the shade if he is. ”

“You need not worry Sir. Shot by assassin at close range in his hotel room sounds more my thing. i need to know this dead mans every move in life before we can work out why he was taken out. I can start now to work on Zasin Zamir Hassan. ”

“Then fire way as you do. Ill be in my office upstairs if needed.”

It took most of that week to find enough detail on the dead man to see a list of possibles. Two trained killers on the list took his eye. One  German National living in Middle East and known by Interpol as The Tiger. The other a London born man Mark Sefton known to MI5 as a rouge agent. Sefton was known to favour a Glock but the Lugar more likely to belong to the Tiger.


” Drop all case files for today I need every one on the location of the Tiger ,One Franz Gerrit Franc . Born in Berlin Germany 1982 to a Jewish German family. Father an engineer,mother a nurse .Boy schooled to higher education joined the army . And vanished after that. Interpol can be brought into focus but first see what can be found.”

By stealth only the Tiger was located in London at the time of killing. He was arrested and brought in to be questioned. His pistol was concealed in his jacket tail at his rear the bullet hole neatly patched in the tweed gave the game away.

‘So you think it was me who shot your man. Prove it. ”

” Your pistol should match up with the bullet from his head.If not you walk if so life in jail is what its worth. ”

” Im a professional do you think Id come nicely into see you. I let myself be captured man. ”

James was puzzled and hoped it was bluff.Dee knocked at the door.

“Right give me his gun. Loaded is it”

“Why carry it if not?”

Dee fired into a rubber case he had ready.He took out the hot shell. “No no not this weapon .He may have another Detective. ”
By 6pm they had swept through the flat in Chelsea. Tow more pistols came to light but nothing matched the killer bullets rifling. The Tiger was handed over to CIA and the chase for facts went on.

Two days later one suspect after another struck off John James list. Then a break trough to the gun that killed the Iraq diplomat.

“So here we are this weapon matches the bullet fired into the victim perfectly matched. ”

“Thanks Doc. Finger prints from the grip wiped off but one clear thumb print we took from the insert loader clip Id say we have a match with records .He is Victor Semple the chap we killed in June airport shooting. So he could not have been involved here. ”

“One step forward six backwards then.”

‘We have to find you had the gun as we took it into custody after the shoot out at Heathrow. Hate to say it Doc but its an internal problem.”

“Who signed it out then ?”

” Records page removed. ”

” We have a terrorist in our camp then Horatio?”

” Something like that, yes.”

” Or we have a ghost.”

” Hold on Vampires are one thing ghosts another subject. ”

Part two next weekend.

Thank you all for reading my work. Sir Kevin.

Copyright Kevin Parr Bt. 2020

The chase.Part two of this last story of Eternal

The chase was planed by Detective John James on the phone call he took from police department in the city of Rome.

” Look sir I know the Government as not happy .I need to follow this lead . So will you sign my expenses form or I cant ever book a flight. Two weeks that is all .Put it down as vacation if its your wish. ”

The Chief Super lay down his pen. Looked straight into this best detectives eyes. “Not a matter of using you holidays for what would be a police matter. You see it puts me in a bad place talking the need to go to Rome. ”

“World threat it is sir. ”

” Yes maybe it is at that. Then Detective James in my place would you tell Boris Johnston we  have to sign expenses for you to go chasing Vampires. ”

” Well no perhaps not but, if his kids are attacked by a Vampire sir will he think about it.If I save him from this horror what will he do. Nothing as he would not have known in the former place.”

” Your making no sense man. Your asking me to lie to the top desk. ”
” No Im asking you to help me make a better world.A safer place to live.”

“James my hands are tied . Next. ”

The Detective sadly walked back to his desk in a room a corridor away.  He knew he was obsessed by this case but still saw the utter need to stop a hansom ancient man make more devils out of human beings. Just then the phone rang.

“Detective John James here”

“Dee here .You know that body with the holes in hand?Well it got up and walked out on the morgue sometime after midnight last evening. Case of the un dead  Id say old son.”

“Blast it man. Can it be any worse. It means  our wonder boy bit him to make another vampire for us .”

“Servant you mean. Perhaps why he was not drained of blood. ”

“Will it never end. Virus is all that they talk of and under the shadow of this plague Vampires dance the feed of death. Horrid creatures. ”

“Chin up old son .Just another for your memoirs.”

No sooner than he had placed the receiver down the phone sprang back into life.

” Hello.”

” Good day Detective this is Marco Parisi. I  Detective in the Roma Poitzia department. ”

” Ah! Marco how nice to talk .I read your letter but here I am stuck as my up line will not sanction my air fare even. ”

” I suspected as much . Never mind John here we know about Vampires. My er! up line,yes. They have paid for flight and hotel. You see you are the only one who has burned a devil to ash. Big celeb you are. So one needs your help much. You accepted this case asked for it.Now come with no excuse. ”

‘ Thank you I will. Have to clear it here and book it as leave. That way no need to report. When to expect tickets Marco. ”

Fax copy over now. Just go to air terminal at 5pm your time tickets will be cleared by Politza here. See you at noon tomorrow as Im off to funeral of gallant officer murdered by your friend of ancient birth. ”

Rome 2nd May 2020 . Politza dept Via di S. Vitale, 15,00184.Roma RM Italy.

“At last Here you are John. No time to talk we can do that in the car.”

” So is it always this hot.”

‘ NO far hotter in June. Here is the Via Nationale behind which the body of uniformed Constable Beagio Delmarco was found drained of any blood and two holes in his throat. No clue to who ,or what killed him. I read your report in the police gazette and came to see the only possible cause ,no matter what, is Vampire at large in my city. That brings you into play.”

” How good is your coroners office here?’

” You can work with him speaks reasonable English. Here we get out and walk I have something else to show you. ”

The walk was welcome as heat in the car was giving the English man problems.

“So here we are John. This grave is over two centuries old. It reads Died 16th March 1874. Killed by Vampire attack. ”

” You have been busy as you say Vampires are not new here Marco.”

” I have not told you the victims name?”

‘ Indeed you have not.”

” It is John James from London who came to Roma on holiday.”

‘ My God sir. What is this the future or the past.?”

The day progressed slowly and at last at dinner with Marco near The Spanish Steps the two men had only to find the devil to succeed.

‘We have searched every place only underground is left. ”

” Sewerage you mean.”

:No no the catacombs under the city. Here many believe in keeping the remains of the dead in stature forever. Whole rows of them preserved in salty air line the way below.”

‘ Who is it who wants this?”

” People will pay high costs to be included. Some go back to sixteenth century in same suits they died in. Ladies with handbags parasol or even couples hand in hand. Too us acceptable to most others macabre to say the least”.

” How many or them?”

‘ Cant say must be a record someplace. Why.”

‘ Is it possible to hide down there?”

‘Who knows but we can go down and see what can be found. After breakfast in morning. For now relax.’


The horror of the dead displayed shocked the Detective from England.




John James had had enough by this hour of day but just as he turned to leave he saw the eyes upon him and saw the dead man from Dees slab and so dived through the dead to pull himout of hiding. Amazed Marco stood rigid for valuable moments until at length he jumped with baited breath onto the wresting pair on the crypt floor.  In that moment silver letter opener that James had concealed was now driven through the young mans heart. Before their eyes a yell so loud it echoed around like thunder ripe and active. The policemen thrown off him as he slowly turned to ash  bit by bit they witnessed it with awe.

“Pity he had not the time left to tell us the location of his master.”

For many days they searched. Not a sign of the last Vampire came to light. Then in the midst of all they stumble onto his coffin in the depths of an attic above a hat shop in central Plaza. It was empty on inspection and all they had to do was wait.

” So it is you at last .We nailed the lid shut. Just you and me now my lad.”

” Day light is almost here what you to do young man?’

“Two of you.I see, well you took away my servant. I have other sleeping arrangements farewell.”

” Just you wait a moment I have something to show you that is my gift to you. ”

” Gift from you? What can that be I wonder .Time is standing still policeman i MUST GO.”

“Oh! you will go my friend.”At this he pulled back the roof tiles and the sunlight flooded in .The two policemen stood in awe as the Vampire snarled The flames leaping through him.

“The gift is death Vampire its over now. ” The last words he heard as ash fell to the attic floorboards like so much dust.

Back in London no record of that event was ever brought to news hounds noses. The last Vampire ever created was now gone from the earth of mankind. No medal from the Queen but no virus did John James Vampire Killer affect.


Thank you for reading my blogs it has been my pleasure to write for you. All who have joined us from Gavitar and all over the world i say God be with you all. I found it impossible to join Gavitar for many reason so thanks to all who  contact me.

Copyright Kevin Parr Bt2020

The last connection (Eternal ending}

Another day in the office of Detective John James. His desk full of case files told of the many nerve racking problems in the Capital City of London. The phone rings making him jump to pick it up. Like a dog with a bone he held it to his ear.

‘So what is it Doc another bloody Vampire?”

“No I think not but best you come and see.Your the detective Horatio. ”

In ten minutes he arrived flustered two cases on the go had his back to the wall.

” Shot ,stabbed or just fed up with life in general. ?”

“None of any that one can finger as true. Here look .I cant say more until I have him on my slab. Maybe those two holes in his hand relate?”

” Maybe so if the blood sucking ash burner sod was blind he may have missed the neck.”

” There is one more thing. ”
” Oh!

“Here ,just before the ear lobe .See come close .There see it. ?”

” Like a pierced ear gone wrong. ”

” He may have wore one of those gold pig snout clips they call fashion today. ”

” Yes right. When ”

” Id say between 2am and daybreak . Cant say more as of now. Say 4pm shall we?”

The London streets so deserted as virus spread and public told to stay indoors gave the streets a strange feel to the mind of the Detective as he strolled back inside New Scotland Yard doors.

” Rights ,you lot I want all you can find on that sod we failed to catch three years back. ”

The team looked dazed. Then one spoke up. ‘Sir are you saying we are back in the camp fire light on vampire hunting again. ”

‘Cant say in all honesty Phil. Could well be as we never did find that young chap who killed three people under my nose.”

“What is the Doctor Dee take on it then?”

” Dont know until he calls. My guess is this unnamed well dressed chap we know had something to do with the landlady case. He was never interviewed properly and vanished so fast we need to go back and nail him down. ”

” Another Vampire case then as said Gov?”

The days went by without trace of the man in question. The work of Doctor James Dee had proven little as no holes or bite marks in the dead mans neck and all his blood in tact.Yet the puncture marks in his soft hand could not be explained. The case was wide open for interpretation.

Morning had broken and the cell empty.The morning meeting underway.

‘So there we have it . Bite in his hand on further development gives us the cause of death of poison. Then thats where it ends we have nothing on files to relate to this poison. ”

“Bite or injection with two tries Doc.”

“No Sherlock not this time. It was a human tooth that bit him. ”

” really. Then you say was”.

” Yeah I did. Was is the operative word. Meaning who ever bit him was human once.”

” It is another impossible case . Vampires in 2020 Dee is beyond me. One yes vanished into ash before my eyes.”

” Seeing is believing old sport. Now if you will excuse me detective I have an appointment at the blood bank sharpish.”

” Trace on plasma Doc?”

” Something of the such, tat tar for now. ”

The search closed in and by slightest chance the Hotel in Baker Street held the man on record as wanted. vampire-fog-waiting-walled-city-halloween-horror-concept-44691187

“We meet again young man. ”

” You are that Detective fellow .Let me see ,Yes , it is James John James . What service can I do for you Detective.?”

” We are hunting a Vampire my friend. I think its you myself.”

“indeed .One very large guess sir.”

“Er! No just stay still .I know your exits old son. Sit down and we talk this over or we handcuff you and down to the cell you go. Your lady friend ,by the way, she dropped at my feet ,ash she was .A small pile of black gray ash.”

” So thats how it ended for her .I did sort of wonder.”

” She was the one who changed you then?”

” I was a mere card playing drunk in a town far off these sainted shores. I was 22 and a bit of  a lad in the year 1786 I meet Morgan a woman older but so rare.Sex was my aim she drew me near and set her lips to mine.I woke up in a brothel as the sun came up i nearly died my hands burned face stung and only that she pulled me inside a darker place than I have ever been I would not be here now. ”

” So you are 256 years old you claim?”

” You area fast thinker sir exact in good bye.”

The room went cold but quicker than forked lightening James grabbed hold of his arm and  in a flash handcuffed him to himself.

‘What are you doing idiot do you think I cannot escape .Watch me,”

All that the detective was left with was handcuff handing on chain at his waist.The man had vanished again.

‘Not bad for an old man sir was he. ”

‘ No rather clever really. Search this place attic and cellar.”

“What are we looking for sir?”

“A large box coffin like ,or a locked upright cupboard.”


Next episode next week.

Sir K at your service and thank you all.

Copyright Kevin James Parr Bt.

“Gold me boys, gold it be.”

in the shimmering dawn over a slivered sea the coast of England  hoved into sight. The Great bastions of white chalk cliffs ,green at the tops with grass and litchen, herb and daisy it was the sun now breaking through the barriers of mist that gave sight to the look outs high in the rigging.

A gun serenade blows out from the harbour below and instead of putting the ship around to broadside volley in return the Captain ordered coastal to Scotland. For this ship was French and packed with stores and powder and guns for the troops of the King from over the sea.

Royal Navy took up the chase with four war ships in full sail billowing out of hiding to race the gauntlet against this French flag ahead. But this enemy vessel was rigged well for speed .Leaving behind the great oaken navy war ships it raced  hard to and escaped into the Scottish rocky inlets. Her mission to supply, drop and run. Then on this ship stored not in the hold but set covered with blankets ,three wooden crates full of gold coinage, hidden in the Captains cabin.

There had been two ships that left on this mission but in the mist one had been lost out at sea. This French man now sailed into the Kyle of Lochalsh having missed the island of Colonsay which would have taken them to Oban and to Fort William to the drop site. as it was this ship was now caught against a leeward wind against the great rock face with no place to go.  No matter what they did they were now trapped. The art of clubhauling is ancient and involves a man swimming under the ship with the end on rope in tow. It is then used by teams to pull the vessel off under sail. A dangerous job in ice bound waters and rocky coastlines .The barnacles all over the ship in water can rip the flesh of  a swimmer who is forced into it by currents.

Then this is what they did all along that cliff until able at last to sail away. Then behind them two naval gun ships blasted the stern out of the Frenchie and down as fast as lead she sank. Prince Charles Edward Stuart or Bonnie Prince Charlie to his men, was then stuck without supplies just 12 miles from the sinking hope.


In deepest waters this ship lays undisturbed by moth or rust she slowly rots of the elements at that depth. 1745 she sank and no trace has ever been found. Divers have tried but in a ravine of hard rock walls in depths too far to safely cope she sleeps. On her antiques for museums and art collectors alike. Then perhaps the one million gold coins worth today perhaps 4 billion English Pounds  wait for the age when this loot can be rescued . If done with speed and no witness then its not a worry of treasure trove. It is in a place far out in the wide inlet and nothing is near it on land .  It is not hard to find her longitude and latitude exact as naval records have the spot listed in the log of the Navy records. All one needs to do is read history and there it all is before one. I would love to find it but no experience in diving nor would like it in cold Scottish Loch as dead in five minutes without the right  equipment. Then the right gear will not exist in our times to even attempt the find. One of the problems facing divers today is the Loch itself.

With or without that cash load Prince Charles had no intent of taking the Throne at that event. Lord George Murray ,Charles aid de camp and General of the rag tag army had no idea even that Charles had been sent to find how many would allow his father back as King .it was his only mission and some 70000 people had to die because of that walk through to Derby. Scottish Highlands were ethically cleaned by German Georges son the Duke of Cumberland that fat lad who was a killer in the making on the day. Butchered so many in Scotland and who could escape fled to Canada. What damage Bonnie Prince Charlie did to Britain was enormous beyond what history books record. It was a year and another and for twenty years before it ended. Even butcher boys on the way up country took the Kings shilling to be part of the army. It came to Culloden Moor near the Highland capital of Inverness.

indexThe dead buried where they fell.Here lay the brave clan of Macintosh forever a reminder of 1746

.Here the fire in that charge of arms of modern England engaged the ancient claymores swords and daggers of the magnificent Highlanders charge . Cut down with lead and shell from field cannons but they ran forward as only they could,to be  cut down by riles on the last of it .Not one man survived. The King, that German rat George, sat glorious on the Throne without a care but over 70,000 Scots were being put to death by his son.  If that ship releases the gold it conceals , surly it belongs to the highland Scots ,if ever it sees the light of day again.

Thank you all for reading my work. This if history.

copyright Kevin Parr Bt 2020.