Murder and Mascara by Evelyn James

Author:Evelyn James [James, Evelyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Red Raven Publications
Published: 2017-02-27T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

Mr Timothy Briggs had worked in the building trade for the past fifteen years and, while there had been the odd mishap during that time, there had been nothing which had forced him to go to hospital. Oh yes, there was the nail that Dim Dave managed to hammer through Timothy’s thumb one day, but it was a simple enough thing to remove. Painful, but simple. The foreman had taken it out with a pair of pliers. It had bled plenty, and hurt like hell, but once it was suitably bandaged and Tim had been given sufficient time to recover from the shock, he had got back to the day’s work. And, of course, no one ever stood near Dave again when he was hammering something.

No, Timothy Briggs had been proud to say that he had never had to spend so much as an hour in hospital because of his work. Until, that is, he had climbed up that damn scaffolding. Looking back, Timothy reflected that the poles had not felt as firm as usual when he had clambered up. But he had been so fixated on fixing that nasty hole one of the other lads had carelessly smashed into the ceiling plaster before anyone from the Pavilion Committee saw it, that he had ignored his instincts. More fool him, he mused to himself. He could have saved himself a lot of bother and pain had he just listened to his own mind. But, then again, maybe he had not noticed the poles being loose, maybe that was just his way of berating himself later on. He should have noticed. That he might have failed to niggled him.

Timothy Briggs had broken a leg in the fall that followed. It was not so much that he fell from a great height, but rather that the wood and metal of the scaffold fell down on top of him. One plank in particular had come down across his leg with such force that he had heard a crack and searing pain had torn through him. His other injuries included a sprain to his lower back, a bump on the head which was annoying but not much else, and a smashed little finger on his right hand. Thankfully, Timothy had passed out pretty quickly.

Since being in the hospital Timothy had seen a regular crowd of visitors. Aside from his wife who popped over every evening while her mother tended the children, he had been visited by Mr Taversham, Miss Sommers, a representative of the Pavilion Committee and a newspaperman who seemed fascinated by his story. Timothy was rather revelling in his new-found popularity. But his nicest visitor by far had to be the young woman who came onto the ward that afternoon and introduced herself as Clara Fitzgerald.

Timothy was not much of a one for reading the newspapers, and he had no real notion of who Clara was. He just saw a nicely proportioned woman, with a pretty oval face and dark hair tied back in a loose plait.

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