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this artistic project is to be strictly controlled by myself and my PR people. I take it you agree?’
    ‘Why?’ The man was starting to annoy Neil. What could possibly be confidential about digging up some old picnic?
    ‘I don’t have to give reasons. I just expect you to agree.’
    The artist’s eyes had hardened. Neil had seen this look on the faces of property developers trying to pull one over on his
     archaeological team for a swift profit. But he hadn’t expected it from a well-known conceptual artist.
    But the matter was hardly likely to affect his involvement so he shrugged and gave the man the answer he wanted to hear.

Chapter 6
    The Jester’s Journal
    22 May 1815
    Tonight we shall hunt again.
    I have already visited the stables where my hares are to stay until they are needed. They are two goodly hares – farm lads,
     strong and fast. The Squire’s cousin, Master Henry, expressed a preference for a female hare but I found it hard to persuade
     any local maid to take on the role … especially as Henry likes to hunt a naked quarry. I must be more persuasive.
    One of the hares, a well-set lad called William, raised some objection to removing his clothing, but when I told him no fee
     would be paid to a disobedient servant he saw the error of his ways.
    23 May 1815
    The hunt proceeded well last night and, oh, what pleasure and entertainment was had! I myself presented a cup of best claret
     to the noble riders before their departure and I hope I do not boast when I say that I provided much wit and ceremony to the
     event. The Squire and Master Henry riding after the hares with the hounds in full cry was a magnificent sight to see, and
     yet I fear that one day such entertainment will pall and Master Henry will crave ever more violent delights. I shall set my
     mind to their devising.
    The lad, William, suffered some injury but all the signs are that he will live and he has been paid well for his pains. I
     have given orders that he is to be locked in the chamber beside the stables until he is recovered and I sent word to his mother
     that he has been called away on my master’s business. He will keep his mouth shut or I shall have to take measures to ensure
     his silence.
    Our steward Christopher Wells asked what business the two lads he saw around the stables yesterday had at the Hall. From the
     way in which he purses his lips at me like a frosty old dowager, I could take him for one of advanced years rather than a
     handsome man in his prime. But so it is with those of the Puritan persuasion. I told him nothing but he knows of the hunt,
     for I saw him watching from the window when our noble huntsmen set off. I trust he will not visit the parson to set him upon
     the Squire again. The Squire was most vexed last time and sent the man on his way with a kicked backside. How I laughed to
     see that pompous man of the cloth brought down. It was as good as a play by the mummers who visit at Yuletide.

Chapter 7
    A more thorough search of Tessa Trencham’s house was on Wesley’s list of things to organise. It was a long list, as it always
     was when a murder had been committed on his patch. On Gerry’s orders the place had been sealed off until a detailed examination
     of all the dead woman’s possessions could be made. And he and Wesley wanted to supervise that search themselves so that nothing
     was missed.
    It was coming up to six when they arrived at Lister Cottage and Rachel Tracey met them there. Wesley noticed that her face
     was flushed and she was looking rather pleased with herself.
    ‘Anything interesting come up from the house to house inquiries?’ he asked.
    She shook her head and her blonde pony tail bobbed to and fro. Wesley suspected that she tied her hair back to look more businesslike
     and efficient. But it suited her.
    ‘Nobody knows much about Tessa Trencham. As you can see, the house is on the main road and it’s shielded from the neighbours
     by high hedges. She didn’t pass the