Penny Dreadful

Spotlights focused on the Abbey buildings. The air held a piece of silver moon.

An oboe blew a soft pure note. Clear young voices broke into a madrigal. .listening, in mellow mood, Max Maunciple drank just one gin too many.

And died.

An egotist, a blackmailer, no-one mourned for Maunciple.

But one person did not believ