He gave a slight hint of a whimper as Peter closed the door behind them and Bryn came right into the hall, and stopped within feet of where he stood. Bryn was still very distressed. He appeared to be of two minds, he didn’t know whether to have another go at eliminating Dicky or whether to weep again at the dreadful, fearful thing he’d attempted to do. Peter spoke in a tense well-controlled voice. ‘I should be glad Dicky and Bel if you would come to the rectory and we can have a try to sort this out. You too Georgie. This incident is extremely serious, and I am grievously distressed by it. Grievously distressed. It is so serious that if Dicky chose to he could press charges of attempted murder, which I should be honour bound to support. I sincerely hope we can avoid such an occurrence.’ ‘Why avoid it? Let’s go for it. He’s a mad man.’ Dicky’s voice held a hint of hysteria which aggravated Bryn. He clenched his fists again and moved threateningly towards Dicky. Dicky picked up a chair and prodded the legs in the direction of Bryn.
