Chapter Eleven

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Veil of Evil

Agnes was already hunched over a thick book by the time Maud had made her way down the narrow staircase leading from the librarian’s flat to the main reading area.

In typical fashion, Agnes’ glasses were balanced on the tip of her nose, her keen eyes fervently scanning the text.

‘What ye got there, Agnes?’ Maud asked standing at her shoulder. The pages under scrutiny were etched with neat text and black and white photographs.

‘It’s worse than we could ever imagine,’ Agnes said without looking up from the pages.

‘Then tell me,’ Maud said, her face severe.

Agnes finally looked at her friend, and in her face Maud could see dread, pure and simple. ‘Upstairs I said that this was all about perspectives, right? What if the villains in the Blue Bolt comic aren’t villains at all?’

‘Ye’re goin’ to have to un-muddy that for ol’ Maud.’

‘It’s easier if I read this passage to you,’ Agnes said turning back to the book on the reading desk. ‘He is no master people;