1 Friday 23 September 2022

The small village church was packed, and Taylor, who had arrived at the funeral late, just as the service was beginning, had to stand at the back, dripping wet from the pelting rain outside. But he wasn’t looking at the coffin, nor at the cleric, the almost overbearingly pious Reverend Ian Parry-Jones with his pristine cassock, zealot’s eyes and mad white hair, who was giving a good impression of genuine sincerity — but a less convincing one of having actually known the unfortunate star of the show.

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