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strange too, both found dead in their police car”.
    “Ah Jock I never heard of such a case”
    Jock smiled and said “neither have I in all my now 35 years in the cops and doing this job, still all will be revealed when Doctor Hallam arrives, she is one of the top pathologists at the Home Office, if anyone knows or can find an answer it will be her”.
    Fred rose from his seat and they both strode around the back of the hospital and soon had the mortuary doors unlocked, opened and after that, the fridge doors were also unlocked, the two dead officers were revealed, still in full uniform.
    The arrivals slid out each tray and then wheeled the bodies to the post mortem room.
    There was only one table so one body was put onto the examination table the other remaining on the metal tray on the trolley; there was a knock on the door.
     Fred went and answered it; Jock could hear him say, “Good day to you Doctor Hallam, long time no see”.
    “Yes indeed Fred, meet my new assistant Miss Claris Percy”
    “Good morning to you miss,” said Fred.
    “Good morning Fred, nice to meet you”. She went into the chapel where the clinicians normally put on their examination attire.
    “Good morning Doctor Hallam”, said Jock.
    “Good morning Jock, a bad business this, two dead officers and so young, I never had such a case”.
     Claris then called, “Doctor your things are ready”.
    “Ah yes”, with that she strode into the other room.
     
    Some miles away, Blodwen Thomas had been a voluntarily helper at Wrexham Church of Wales Parish church for over thirty years, the new vicar was due to arrive later today. 
    It was the first lady to be appointed vicar, not the choice of all the Church Wardens but the disguised condition from the office of the Bishop with an offer of additional funds for a new church roof had been some persuasion. 
    This appeared to have gone some way to assisting the appointment committee to follow the senior clerics` advice that they had a lady vicar who they needed a post for and Wrexham was ideally suited.
     Miss Jeeves had thus been appointed to her first stipend and today was the day she was to arrive. She had of course been to the church on a previous visit and upon her arrival on that occasion; it was for the afternoon scone and tea gathering set up by the ladies and mothers union members some eyebrows were raised when Miss Jeeves arrived in Wrexham, the heart of Methodist Chapel country.
    Sporting, white, grey hair cut drastically short and appeared to be greased flat.  She was wearing trousers, and a white shirt with a white spotted blue tie, her appearance went some way to giving the traditionalist parishioners who had seen her, the belief crossed their minds she was in fact a man. 
    The fact that her hair was cut short but also parted on both sides then folded in the middle like the teddy boys of the 1960s tended to back up the idea all was not as it appeared. Well that is, not as the women’s circle and mothers union had always experienced in their local clerk in Holy Orders.
    Still, as she swept into church on this particular Saturday lunchtime Blodwen heard the clock strike two and realised it would soon be time for Miss Jeeves and the other ladies to arrive. This would be an important meeting prior to the first service early the following Sunday morning at 8am prompt.
    She was taken aback as she entered the church for on walking past the rear pews she saw a policeman sitting there, alone. 
    “Oh, heavens don’t say there has been some crime or other, I really should have checked last night I had locked the church door.” 
    She said nothing but scurried through to the rear kitchen and took off her coat. She put on the kettle; the arrival of the other women was only minutes away.
    She went back outside and on looking thought it was strange the policeman was apparently motionless, she recognised him, it was Constable Ifor Evans, he and his wife Ceinwen were not regular church attendees