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Father forgive me for I have sinned
it was as Marie-France was walking her dog on their usual run by the parc that Snoofy started to sniff away from her usual marks, pulling on the leash as she headed for the nearest bush roughly ten meters from the path.
Marie-France, an emergency room nurse by profession was not unduly shocked by the sight of the naked body, all cut up and bloody as it was. She took her telephone, called the police and sent pictures of the scene of the crime, Marie-France lived in a small cottage about ten kilometers north of Yves-sur-Bois where the Préfecture was located. The big excitement in that town was when the circus arrived towards the end of June. It was now in full swing, the Ferris wheel turning at one spot while chidren were entertained by clowns at another.
At the same moment father Louis Berne was hearing a special sort of confession in the cellar of St Adolphus church. Father Berne was the only priest around, Father Benoït was now retired and no replacement for him in sight yet. And that was quite allright with him.
During WWII a pious member of the Gestapo visited the church. His research in the fascinating methods of the Inquisition led him to the discovery of a secret room in the basement of this building, a glory to God.
A torture chamber.
This was sealed in the early 1950s, but Father Berne was well versed not only in theology but in history. Eventually he found the hidden chamber. Which is where he was now in the company of the lovely Maryse Dubreuil. She would have to pay for her sins.
''You have sinned in the eyes of the Lord. You must repent''.
Lash lash lash with the whip.
She was bleeding, crying. Thus he was aroused and sodomized her before leaving her in peace. Her soul was cleansed.
XXXXXX
Having been at the scene of the crime and done all that they could do, inspectors Laurent Paul and Patrice Vieux were back in town and waiting for the autopsy report. In the meantime they started their investigation by visiting the circus and questioning people. After all, the convoy of horses and strange carriages had come from that direction. But the circus people were as suspicious of the police as they were of them, which means that they got nowhere.
They had more luck with the autopsy. Bits of skin under her fingernails. A small tattoo in the form of a dolphin at the base of ther right leg. And she was pregnant.
With the victim's picture in hand, they canvases the town, knocked on doors and also did an internet search. Nothing.
Then a break. A call from another préfecture. They had a similar ongoing case. The only thing they had were two boot prints. the type of boots used by hikers. They sent copies of the mouldings to inspector Paul.
Then an anonymous e-mail. The person wrote that she thought the victim looked like Diane Plourde, a person she barely knew but who also attended cathechism classes at her parish church in Normandy. At least she looked like that person.
Inspectors Paul and Vieux travelled to St-Christophe-en-Pleurs, met with the parents who could only confirm and cry. they also said that she loved the lessons conducted by the reverend Berne.
''One day last Summer, it must have been around this time, she wasn't getting up for breakfast so my wife went to knock on her door. She wasn't there''.
"And that Father Berne?"
''We know he also left the parish, but not where he went''.
Surprisingly it took the help from Jean Lalance, chronicler at the Yves-sur-Bois' leaflet La Trompette to let them know that he was their parish priest.
It was their luck to be by the presbitery's garage the next Saturday afternnoon as he drove up, stopped in the driveway and got out. he was wearing civilian clothes and hiking boots.
True, the reverend laughed at the allegations, but the prints did not lie. the search of his lodgings also led to the discovery of his small treasure chest where he kept items which proved to belong to some of his victims.
in his case it is a sad day that the Inquisition and its methods are over.
Marie-France, an emergency room nurse by profession was not unduly shocked by the sight of the naked body, all cut up and bloody as it was. She took her telephone, called the police and sent pictures of the scene of the crime, Marie-France lived in a small cottage about ten kilometers north of Yves-sur-Bois where the Préfecture was located. The big excitement in that town was when the circus arrived towards the end of June. It was now in full swing, the Ferris wheel turning at one spot while chidren were entertained by clowns at another.
At the same moment father Louis Berne was hearing a special sort of confession in the cellar of St Adolphus church. Father Berne was the only priest around, Father Benoït was now retired and no replacement for him in sight yet. And that was quite allright with him.
During WWII a pious member of the Gestapo visited the church. His research in the fascinating methods of the Inquisition led him to the discovery of a secret room in the basement of this building, a glory to God.
A torture chamber.
This was sealed in the early 1950s, but Father Berne was well versed not only in theology but in history. Eventually he found the hidden chamber. Which is where he was now in the company of the lovely Maryse Dubreuil. She would have to pay for her sins.
''You have sinned in the eyes of the Lord. You must repent''.
Lash lash lash with the whip.
She was bleeding, crying. Thus he was aroused and sodomized her before leaving her in peace. Her soul was cleansed.
XXXXXX
Having been at the scene of the crime and done all that they could do, inspectors Laurent Paul and Patrice Vieux were back in town and waiting for the autopsy report. In the meantime they started their investigation by visiting the circus and questioning people. After all, the convoy of horses and strange carriages had come from that direction. But the circus people were as suspicious of the police as they were of them, which means that they got nowhere.
They had more luck with the autopsy. Bits of skin under her fingernails. A small tattoo in the form of a dolphin at the base of ther right leg. And she was pregnant.
With the victim's picture in hand, they canvases the town, knocked on doors and also did an internet search. Nothing.
Then a break. A call from another préfecture. They had a similar ongoing case. The only thing they had were two boot prints. the type of boots used by hikers. They sent copies of the mouldings to inspector Paul.
Then an anonymous e-mail. The person wrote that she thought the victim looked like Diane Plourde, a person she barely knew but who also attended cathechism classes at her parish church in Normandy. At least she looked like that person.
Inspectors Paul and Vieux travelled to St-Christophe-en-Pleurs, met with the parents who could only confirm and cry. they also said that she loved the lessons conducted by the reverend Berne.
''One day last Summer, it must have been around this time, she wasn't getting up for breakfast so my wife went to knock on her door. She wasn't there''.
"And that Father Berne?"
''We know he also left the parish, but not where he went''.
Surprisingly it took the help from Jean Lalance, chronicler at the Yves-sur-Bois' leaflet La Trompette to let them know that he was their parish priest.
It was their luck to be by the presbitery's garage the next Saturday afternnoon as he drove up, stopped in the driveway and got out. he was wearing civilian clothes and hiking boots.
True, the reverend laughed at the allegations, but the prints did not lie. the search of his lodgings also led to the discovery of his small treasure chest where he kept items which proved to belong to some of his victims.
in his case it is a sad day that the Inquisition and its methods are over.
Published 13th Mar 2022
| Edited 21st Mar 2022
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21st Mar 2022 3:44pm
21st Mar 2022 5:06pm
I just wish I had the talent to write one....the writing is one aspect, but the grammar is quite another. Your comments always highely appreciated, Regards, Robert.
