West Garth Abbey

By Ernest Douglas Hall

west garth abbey is about murder and black magic, and about two young detectives who have to try to solve the murders as they happen at regular times as the story unfolds, as the two men go deeper into the murders one of them falls in love with a female police woman.
the murdered people start to have links together and the village is a nest of black magic worshipers.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ernest Douglas Hall
• Release date: Jan 3, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311229878

Ernest Douglas Hall

I am 77 years of age and I live in the city of Newcastle upon Tyne England. I was born on the 14 September in the year 1935. I am a married man and have five children and 35 grand children and great grand children. I have written 55 books and my one aim in life is to see my work published.

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WEST GARTH ABBEY

BY

ERNEST DOUGLAS HALL

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Copyright © 2014 by Ernest Douglas Hall

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CHAPTER 1

It was a full moonlight night. When Miss Linda Jenkins. Was out walking her pet poodle. She walked the dog just about every night that she could. She had passed the wood at the beginning of the Abbey grounds it was a lovely night and she had gone much too far. But she thought to herself I have come this far I might as well go to the Abbey wall then I will turn back for home. She came up to the black tower wall she stopped and put her arm out to touch the wall. As she turned around she thought she heard something in the bushes. She shouted. ‘Is they’re anyone there.’ She stood still for a minute and shrugged her shoulders and started to walk back again. She could hear her own footsteps because the path she walked on was made of gravel. Then she stopped again she had heard someone’s footsteps she started to walk again but stopped at once. Whoever was following her had also stopped. Then she saw a figure it was dressed all in black. She spoke out once more. ‘What do you want.’ No answer from the figure. The silence started to get her worried. And the figure got closer to the little lady. The figure came right up to the woman. She spoke again. ‘Is that you Thomas.’ Still no reply. Then her dog started to growl. It was as if the dog could smell danger. The little old lady started to shout. ‘Help someone help me.’ The man in black lifted up his arm and in his hand was a very large knife. He brought it down on the woman’s head. The local poacher was at the edge of the wood when he heard the scream it sent shivers up and down his spine. Ned Johnson was just about to cut through the wood he often used as a short cut.’

‘The scream came again. He knew that this time the scream came from the direction of the Abbey. He decided to take a look he turned right towards the Abbey. He ran to see what was going on. When he came up to the Abbey wall he could see no one he put his hands up to his mouth and shouted. ‘Is there anyone here.’ No answer came. He stood still for a couple of minutes. Then he shrugged his shoulders and went back the way he had come. Little did he know that he was just two-foot away from the body of Miss Jenkins?. The next day General Mansfield was taking his morning air, which he did every day. The time was just past nine o-clock as he walked through the grounds of the Abbey he was walking past the Abbey when he spotted something in the bushes. He bent forward to get a better look. Then he stepped back in surprise lying under the bush was a small dog and he knew the dog belonged to Miss Jenkins. The dog was covered in blood and he could see that the dog’s throat had been cut. He said aloud. ‘The poor lady will be so upset I don’t know how I’m going to tell her. He thought for a moment the funny thing is the dog never left her side. He bent down to take a closer look and when he tried to pick the dog up he got the shock of his life the dogs head had just about been cut from its body. It was a dreadful sight. He had a sudden intake of breath then he stood up and was about to go when his eyes fell on something lying in the doorway of the Abbey. It looked like a bundle of rags. It was a good twenty yards from where he was standing. He decided to take a look at it but when he got within ten feet of the doorway he let out a yell and started for the village at once. When he got to the village it was only a matter of about five hundred yards he went straight to the police station. As he walked in the constable on duty knew it was General Mansfield. The General walked up to the front desk. It was Constable Wilkins who was on duty. ‘Constable I have some grave news.’

‘Oh good morning Sir and what would that be.’

‘Well young man I have found a body and it belongs to that lovely old lady Miss Jenkins, and by what I could see of the body she must have met up with the devil.’

‘My God Sir and where would that be.’

‘Well I was walking my dog through the grounds of the Abbey and at first I came upon her dog, it too was in a bad way, its throat had been cut, I mean its head was just about off, well then I caught sight of Miss Jenkins she is lying in the doorway of the Abbey, but I don’t know if her throat was cut or not but the blood was everywhere, that’s when I left for your station, and here I am.’

‘O-k Sir but I will have to wait until the Sergeant gets in, he will want you to take him to where the old lady is lying, and I must admit she was a lovely old girl, now while we are waiting would you like a hot cup of tea or coffee.’

‘A cup of tea would do very nicely thank you.’’

‘After Wilkins brought the tea he came to the General with a notebook and said, ‘Now Sir could you tell me where exactly did you see the lady.’

‘Yes well do you know the layout of the Abbey grounds.’

‘Yes Sir I would say I do.’

‘Well then do you know the large doorway at the west side of the Abbey, well the body of Miss Jenkins lies just to the left of the doorway and just inside, and the dog lies about thirty feet away from the Abbey wall.’ Just as the General finished. The Sergeant walked into the office. ‘Good morning Wilkins.’ Morning Sarge, this is General Mansfield.’ The General stood up. ‘Good morning Sergeant.’

‘Good morning Sir and yes Wilkins I know the General and I think everyone in the village knows the General, Well Sir what’s this all about.’ The General told his story once again. ‘Well now this is a turn up for the book, I don’t think we have had a death like this in the village, not that I can remember that is, right Wilkins when the Inspector comes in tell him what has happened then bring him over to the Abbey, the General and I will go to the Abbey now.’ The two men left the station and headed for the Abbey. When they came to where Miss Jenkins was lying. When the Sergeant came to look at the body he knew before he caught sight of it that it was not going to be a pretty sight. But the sight that greeted him was very bad indeed. When he saw the amount of blood on her coat he started to feel sick. ‘My god its bloody terrible I wonder who could do such a thing to a lovely old lady, everyone in the village knew that she was a very nice old lady.’ The Sergeant left everything as it was until his Boss would come on the scene.’ My God poor old girl was what the Inspector said when he caught sight of the old lady.’

‘When the General left. The two men called each other by their Christian names. The Inspector turned to Duncan. ‘We will have to get forensic down here right away Duncan, then arrange for a post-mortem, and I think we will have to visit her cottage to see if anything was missing, if you look in her handbag and see if you can find her door key and at the same time find out if she has been robbed.’ Duncan went to the side of Miss Jenkins to look for her handbag. At first he could not find it then he caught sight of it. It had been knocked under a bush at the feet of the old lady. He bent forward and picked up the handbag then he opened it wide and looked into it. There in the bag was a leather purse he opened the purse and found a lot of money in notes and it came to forty-five pounds. ‘That rules out robbery.’ Duncan said. He started to check the rest of the bag. It was full of the usual