Everyone admired the
stained glass window at St. Mary Magdalene's church. Set high above
the altar on the chancel wall, it depicted Jesus preaching from the
mound, the Son of God in the centre, top, and a sea of peasants
spreading out and down until they were almost life size at the
bottom.
Father Dunn smoothed
down a piece of lead. “It could have been terrible, but your prompt
arrival deterred the thieves.”
“Be that as it may,
sir,” PC Kupil referred to his notebook, “but the window is
twenty feet by twelve. If the thieves scarpered when they saw me
coming, how did they have time to take their ladders and
scaffolding?”
“The lord moves in
mysterious ways.” Father Dunn led him away. “No need to even
write a report. Could I interest you in a cup of tea and a bourbon
biscuit.”
“Not while I'm on
duty, sir.” He looked back at the church. It was always difficult
to make out the details of stained glass from the outside and he'd
never been inside to know what it looked like properly, but he was
fairly sure the peasants shouldn't have been depicted taking pictures
of The Lord Our Saviour with their mobile phones.
2 comments:
He's clearly led a sheltered life, poor PC.
He spotted that the glass was a forgery :)
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