Oh hello Everybody, how nice to see you! You’re just in time for a cup of tea.
There’s been a great deal of whispering and not a small amount of paranoia on the table this week. A little troupe of houses has ventured off to the lovely Byard Art in Cambridge in search of new homes. As they were leaving I overheard one of the little houses tapping out some, what sounded like, Morse code. As far as I could decipher it was about biscuits but, I think that was to throw me off the scent. What they’re really up to I wouldn’t want to hazard a guess…
Living on the Edge 170; the Walls That Have Ears…
Malachi was ordinary. Exceedingly ordinary. Or at least that’s what he wanted everyone else to think. You see, in order to carry out his missions effectively, he needed to blend in, to go unnoticed, to be the kind of presence that, if questioned, one wouldn’t recall being there.
For his latest assignment Malachi had seamlessly become part of his new community in an anonymous little village nowhere in particular. He was going about his usual daily routine: collecting information here; dropping off documents there; and listening intently to conversations that were not his to hear. All this was achieved while nonchalantly watching a cloud of migrating birds.
But, something was bothering him. Something unnerving and, no matter what he did, Malachi couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being watched… xxx
