The Death of Mr. Grumble by Andrew-Henry Bowie

Author:Andrew-Henry Bowie
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, funny, Andrew-Henry Bowie, author
ISBN: 9781904444633
Publisher: Andrews UK Limited 2014
Published: 2014-05-06T00:00:00+00:00

Part Three

Chapter 22

I am the Tiger

It was 02:11hrs. In the forest, a rustling could be heard. Then, from out of the dense shrubs, came a wild boar, grunting with lust at his kill; his teeth bloodied by the capture of an unsuspecting rodent. Slowly, the scavenger ferociously devoured his prey, in a clearing by a country road far from anywhere yet ominously leading to an immense mansion which in itself, lay nestled away in a blanket of vast grounds. The dark sky was clear, and thousands of stars flickered from far off galaxies, many clustered together in a colossal revealing of the universe. Some distance away, a huge full moon shone brightly onto the courtyard of the mansion. The smell of frost hung in the air, as icicles draped from every surface. It was -17C. From the south, a Limo approached. The car swept its way up the driveway, as the giant, iron gates opened slowly and electronically. A CCTV camera watched and followed as the car then proceeded towards to the gothic manor, its grand entrance, towering menacingly over the vehicle. Two men hurried out from the near-side door and scurried up the steps and into the building. Once inside, they headed onwards and walked along the dimly lit hallway, one of whom was carrying the dossier. Voices, shrieks even, could be heard, echoing from some distant part of the great residence, from a basement perhaps, or even a dungeon; groaning, gurgling sounds like the last pitiful squeals of the rodent being eaten alive by the wild boar. The two men wore identical dress, suits with winter overcoats and were indistinguishable in height, their highly polished shoes knocking loudly on the stone floor; their breath, quite visible inside the chilly mansion as high, arched window bore frost on the inside. Large, unmarked doors lined the vast corridor on each side, the walls punctuated by old portraits and the stuffed heads of animals, illuminated by the intermittent flames of torchlight. One hundred and fifty or so feet to the end, stood an arched double doorway, built from fine oak, with sizable iron handles. The man who was not in possession of the dossier stood on his tip toes and reached up to knock twice on the hefty door. They waited, for some time, for a response. And then, an answer came.

‘вводити [Enter],’ said a stern, deep voice from inside.

The two men tentatively stepped into the blackened room, closing the door behind them, and waited for further instruction. Time seemed to stand still as all senses became nil and void. Trepidation...was the only thing they could taste. Silence, was the only thing they could hear. Darkness, the only thing they could see.

‘Чи є у вас таке? [Do you have it?]’

‘Так, майстер [Yes, Master]’

‘потім привести його до мене [Then bring it to me]’

Just then, the spark of a match, like a firefly climbing into the night sky burst into a blaze to light a candle, some thirty feet or more away. The

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