pointlessness

Not surprisingly, the death of Mr. Cottlesthwaite had been met with collective cheering, albeit silent, within the village. Even if the manner of his demise had been, by all accounts, somewhat gruesome he was not going to be missed. Having been held at Her Majesty’s Pleasure on several occasions, the best efforts of the prison service had singularly failed to reform, educate or otherwise improve the moral and social outlook of the recidivist. His latest stretch, ended recently, was for an unprovoked attack on poor Miss Sweethorne, which had been witnessed and reported by the vicar. ‘Grim’, as he was known locally had, without deviation, returned to the village. That evening, whilst in his cups at The Old Brood Mare, he had declared that “there is unfinished business in these here parts”. Oooo-err.

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