Justine and the Psychic Connections by Ruth Hay

Author:Ruth Hay [Hay, Ruth]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ruth Hay

He came in through the cat flap, which I had installed in the kitchen door. I was ready in a black warm coat and woollen hat and carrying a flashlight. For some reason, Ramses had waited until dark to fetch me, so I prepared carefully by loading my pockets with various items that might be required.

To my surprise, he did not lead me along the road to the mansion, but chose to exit through the gate at the back of my garden. I was pleased I had thought to wear warm boots. The nights were becoming cold.

I had supposed there was a path through the rough ground behind the row of houses fronting the High Street, but it was a path known only to Ramses. He walked at a steady pace and I was grateful for the light from a moon high above that illuminated his cream coloured fur.

I trudged along for some minutes past gardens and through a field until I recognized the tall steeple of the church and knew we were approaching the rear of the old mansion.

Fortunately, Ramses did not choose to enter the graveyard. I try never to go to such places. Some of the dear departed cling onto their final remains longer than others do.

We reached a gate with a path leading up to the mansion house through vegetable and flower gardens.

Ramses never hesitated. It was clear he was heading for the house. In the light of the moon, I noticed the building had parts that suggested a medieval house was the original building, added on to by later centuries of construction.

Just before we broke from the cover of the topiary hedges, I heard a sound. Light streamed out from an open door and I could see two men struggling to manoeuvre a hefty piece of furniture down two steps and onto a wheeled trolley.

Ramses stopped in his tracks and I stayed low watching this performance.

When the furniture, which could have been one of those enormous, old-fashioned wooden sideboards, was balanced precariously on the trolley, the men proceeded to wheel it along to a side path and so toward the front of the mansion.

Lady Evelyn was planning to move house in the middle of the night? Hardly likely.

There was something very wrong here.

My next thought was to see where the furniture was heading. If it was to a large moving van, that would be difficult to hide. Someone living in a house opposite might see or hear the commotion.

Ramses must have had the same thought. He conducted me onto the side path and we crept along slowly, down the driveway to the mansion’s open gates, until I could see out onto the street.

There was indeed a moving van there with no lights and a silent engine. The back of the van was open while the men stowed the sideboard into place inside. By craning my neck, I saw that there were several other large items covered in heavy cloths in the interior.

Stranger and stranger. These men were up to no good.

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