What can I do for you?â
He left a pause, to suggest that there was a variety of things he could think of. That was the trouble with overtly sexy people: almost anything one said seemed capable of a second meaning when one talked with them.
âI think Paul has missed out on one of the account books for the Rotarians,â he said easily. âNot important, but I need it to get the whole picture. I should think it will be in his study. Any chance of my coming in to have a look for it?â
Rosemary led the way in, and then watched him as he rummaged around for it. As she was watching she considered her reactions to him. Of course the âSatanicâ epithet was absurd. No one imagined him indulging in devil-worshipping rituals with children, or dipping his hands into disembowelled animals orbirds. Still, the word somehow did seem to fit him: there hovered over him the possibility of evil. In fact, Rosemary could imagine all sorts of nastinesses, shading off into outright evil, and could fit them in with his character. And yet, as Paul said, he had been a regular churchgoer in the parish for well over a decade now.
Why did he come? There was not the slightest suspicion of anything spiritual about him. Yet on consideration Rosemary would have had to admit that the same was true of quite a number of the St Saviourâs regulars. Yet about Dark Satanic Mills there hung an air of earthiness, greed, sensuality and a total lack of scruple, and that was not something that could be said of the other less-than-spiritual communicants. Heâs not at all churchy , she said to herself. Heâs amoral, outside any code of ethics, totally self-absorbed. Perhaps in the nineteenth century such a man would go along to church to establish some kind of credentials, leading enthusiastically a second life of sin and corruption. But at the latter end of the twentieth century? Today nobody could be bothered with that sort of hypocrisy. So why was Mills?
âThere it is,â said Stephen Mills, making a quick dart and taking a heavy ledger from among books of theology and paperbacks of popular devotion. âWhat an odd shelving system your husband has.â
âItâs all his own,â agreed Rosemary, waiting for him to go. He stood there, clutching the book to his chest, smiling at herâ knowing she was wanting him gone.
âSo what are the old biddies on about?â he asked.
Rosemary played for time, unwilling to discuss her personal position with him.
âMrs Harridance wouldnât thank you for calling her an old biddy. Sheâs a woman in the prime of life.â
âYou havenât answered my question.â
âI donât think I need to, Stephen. You always have your finger on the pulse of the parish.â
He smiled, almost purred, in self-satisfaction.
âSo itâs your sudden godlessness, is it? I guessed as much. What do they want? For you to parade down the Ilkley Road in penitential sackcloth?â
âThey wantâMrs Harridance wantsâme to give up any parish positions I hold.â
âAnd you?â
âIâm just leaving it up to the members.â
âIsnât that good enough for her?â
âNo. Because sheâs afraid theyâll support me. She wants me to resign quietly so thereâs no contest.â
âWhy?â
âBecause she wants to be chairwoman of the Mothersâ Union, and she wants one of her cronies as deputy, not someone who knows her for what she isâon the make.â
She regretted saying that as soon as it was out of her mouth. What was it about Dark Satanic Mills, that he could screw things out of you even as you felt distrustful and repelled? And what else was Mills himself but on the make?
âWhat is there in these jobs?â asked Mills, seemingly genuinely curious. âWhatâs in it for them?â
âNothing in your sense,â said Rosemary. âNothing in the way
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