Chapter 7 – Thou Shalt Not
Steal
“You don’t belong to the W.I.,
ladies?” said Chaz, over shortbread with Lucy Grey and Lyndsey Grayling.
Lindsey had come to check how Zeb and Rachel were settling, and Lucy had come
with her. Lucy had Zeb on her lap,
purring up a storm, and Rachel was ecstatically empting Lyndsey’s handbag in
order to settle down in it. Chaz had
apologised, but Lyndsey had waved his apology aside and removed her mobile phone
with the comment that Rachel had a bad habit of phoning people on it.
“We don’t feel welcome at the
W.I.,” Lucy answered Chaz’s question.
“It’s about those who toil not,
neither do they spin,” said Lyndsey dryly.
“Not entirely true, but many of them are older women and most of them
have independent means, not the world’s workers.”
“That isn’t true of W.I.s in
other places,” said Chaz.
“No, but it is of a club run by
Mrs. Hadley,” said Lyndsey. “Nobody else dares stand against her as president.”
“Well, as the W.I. elect their
officers in September after the big AGM, there’s time for both of you to
join. I did recognise Summer’s hand in the pond and water lilies didn’t I?”
said Chaz.
“Yes, but what has the flower
club to do with it?” asked Lucy, mystified.
“Mrs. Hadley was laying into Mrs.
Beales publicly over the flower club offerings in church and I ... intervened,” said Chaz. “I expect you will hear all about it on
Friday. What I want you two ladies to do
is to get all the flower club people you can to join the W.I. and canvas for Mrs.
Beales to be president next year. It is
a secret ballot after all, and I wager if anyone else was prepared to stand,
the other members would like a breath of fresh air.”
“Oh!” said Lucy.
“You Bolshevik!” said Lyndsey,
admiringly. “All right, Rev Chaz, we
will work your felonious little plans for you.
We can always leave if it doesn’t work.”
“Gilbert and Sullivan,” said
Chaz. “Thank you. Now, tell me how much mayhem you wrought in
your youth having names so similar.”
They looked at each other and laughed,
and Chaz reflected how pretty Lucy was when she was looking happy.
“We sat next to each other at
school,” said Lucy
“And we swapped seats regularly,”
said Lyndsey.
“Until Mrs. Pearson caught on,”
said Lucy. “Her daughter teaches in the school now and is a favourite of
Summer’s.”
“Oh, the shame!” laughed Lyndsey.
“She made us each sit with a boy!”
“And I was lucky because mine was
the newcomer, Adrian Dempsey,” said Lucy, softly.
“But I was sitting next to a real
tearaway called Wendel Whitely!” laughed Lyndsey. “I never realised I’d end up working for him
or that he would be a pillar of the community.
In our young day he was always in trouble with the police for disrupting
the hunt, and squaring up to people he thought were mistreating animals, and
having a sit-in to stop old oaks being cut down.”
“I knew I liked Wendel,” said
Chaz, cheerfully. “My sort of chap.”
“One doesn’t usually tag a vicar
as an anarchist,” said Lyndsey.
“Oh, I’m not an anarchist; I
believe in the rule of law, and you need government for that,” said Chaz. “Actually, a funny story I heard about
Prince Kropotkin, a Russian anarchist of
the early 20th century, who bombed an anarchist meeting on the
grounds that they were too organised and insufficiently anarchic. I’m a rabble-rouser.”
“Oh, fair enough,” laughed
Lyndsey. “So what is your next mission
beyond launching us at the W.I.?”
“I’m not sure,” said Chaz. “I was
guided to deal with the village pervert, by the hand of a little child; Lucy, I
am sure that God’s hand drew Summer to bring Claire to me. And I hope I might help Amos Crow with his
gambling addiction. Tony strikes me as
the sort of man who is strict over not selling more to those already drunk so
any alcoholism will be private and behind closed doors, I fancy.”
“Petty theft,” said Lucy. “Someone in the village is an opportunistic
thief, who wanders in back doors, picks up a couple of things and wanders out
again. I got Summer a mobile phone to
use when she was away on a school trip in case of emergencies, and she left it
on the kitchen table. It walked while we
were in the front room watching TV. But
people are in and out the kitchen door all day, and you can’t have the police fingerprinting
everyone who has been in and out – Summer’s friends, you two, a couple of other
people who don’t consider my house to be one of ill-repute. Other people have missed similar things, as
well as food items.”
“I will keep my ears to the
ground,” said Chaz.
Chaz heard about the thefts again
when an agitated and tearful Patty Raikes came to see him.
“Mrs. Hadley has fired me!” she
said. “She had some knick-knacks stolen,
and she accused me. Me! My boyfriend is a copper, is it likely I’d be
stealing? And suddenly, after having
worked for her for nearly seven years?”
“Why should she suspect you?”
asked Chaz, making tea and getting out shortbread.
“Because I’m the domestic, and
therefore of the criminal classes,” said Patty, bitterly. “I hope it turns out to be one of her set!”
“As I understand it the thief is
bold and comes in during broad daylight through open back doors,” said
Chaz. “Well, she can’t expect you to
work out your notice, so perhaps I can employ you on the same hours to do for
me? I will be glad of someone to keep me
tidy, it’s a vice of mine. I don’t check
the tops of doors, and I usually wipe my own cooking surfaces.”
“Vicar, I’d love to,” said
Patty. “And when the thief is caught, I
won’t go back to her, even if she begs on her knees, which she won’t. She’ll have trouble getting the same level of
service, and what’s more I’ll warn anyone who comes for the job.”
“What ye sow, so shall ye reap,”
murmured Chaz.
Chaz found the petty thief sooner
than he might have expected.
He was writing, rather
desultorily, a sermon when he was surprised that Rachel slithered off his
shoulder and padded determinedly towards the kitchen.
“It isn’t your tea-time yet,”
said Chaz, absently.
He was about to resume writing
when there was a feline yowl, and a human scream.
He put the pen down and went
hurriedly into the kitchen. Rachel had
launched herself at the face of an intruder, whose bulging pockets contained a
number of food items and, by the trailing wire, Chaz’s CD player which he listened
to as he cooked.
The human screams had outlasted
the hunter’s yowl.
“Rachel, please put him down,”
said Chaz.
Hearing her human’s voice, here
to sort things out, Rachel dropped off the well-lacerated face of a young man.
“Dear me, Artie Denham, isn’t
it?” said Chaz. “You had better sit
down; I’ll treat those lacerations, then you can give me back all my things,
and I’ll make a nice cup of tea while you tell me why you feel a need to
steal.”
The thief let himself be guided
into a chair without protest.
“If you know who I am, ain’t no
use fleeing,” he said, defeated.
Chaz got out antiseptic wipes and
cream, and cleaned up the scratches, and anointed them well with the
cream. Then he made tea and retrieved
the tin of biscuits from under Denham’s jacket, as well as his CD player from
the man’s pocket. He put some biscuits
and cakes on a plate, and sat himself down opposite the lacerated thief.
“Now, Artie, you are a man with a
young wife and beautiful twin daughters; why are you risking being sent to jail
by stealing so clumsily from your neighbours, even those who can ill-afford it
like the Greys?” asked Chaz.
“I only took a mobile phone and a
can of beans; mobiles are luxuries.”
“Not to a mother of a little girl
who is worried about her when she is away with a school trip,” said Chaz.
“I hadn’t thought of that,” said
Artie, dully. “To me it was a red rag, here she is supposedly struggling but
she buys her kid an expensive toy.”
“I wonder if she had to miss a
meal to buy it?” said Chaz. “I know she
makes some income by writing children’s books, but it’s not a certain income,
but she wants to be at home for her daughter, as the child’s father is dead.”
Artie flushed.
“I suppose you’ll say it’s wrong
to let what people say about her as an unwed mother influence me.”
“Well, as you already know that
it is, I don’t need to do so, do I? Are
you telling me that you and your good lady were celibate before tying the
knot? Miss Grey was just unable to tie
the knot by reason of being widowed before marriage.”
“I hadn’t looked at it this
way. That old bugger Sir Tarleton would
have it that she makes a mint with expensive clients.”
“Well, that’s to assuage his own
guilt in trying to force himself on her.
But this isn’t about Miss Grey, who is the only one of two victims I
know of so far, though I am told there have been a number of petty thefts. It’s about you, and what you are up to. I thought you had a good job over in
Withymere St Andrews, at the builder’s
yard there? Your wife was saying so at the W.I. meeting.”
Artie Denham flushed.
“I lost my job, three weeks ago,”
he muttered. “I haven’t dared tell the wife.
She expects the good things in life, y’know? And now I’m out of a job and can’t sign on
yet, there’s no income. So I’ve been
selling the bits I steal to give her money and living on cans of beans, telling
her I eat in the works restaurant.”
“Well, that’s not going to be a
sustainable lifestyle, you know, Artie,” said Chaz. “And it’s also a betrayal of the trust of
your neighbours to steal from them. Why
did you lose your job?”
“They’re downsizing, and I was
late twice because I had to feed the twins, when Marianne was feeling rough,”
said Artie.
“So what skills do you have? Are you a qualified builder, or are you a
box-shifter?”
“I can drive a forklift. I wanted to learn building, but I never got
to go to college because Marianne got pregnant and I had to do the right
thing. She’s a cut above me, see.”
“We are all equal in the eyes of
the Lord,” said Chaz, severely. “Well,
Artie, if I can get you a job, will you stick with it? And please, tell your wife the truth. It’s always better to be honest in marriage.”
“I will, if you can get me a job.
Doing what?”
“I have a cousin-in-law over in
Collingham, he’s a builder and he needs an apprentice while his son is growing
up,” said Chaz. “If I put in a good word
for you, you are putting my reputation on the line, if I tell him you are
naturally honest, so no pilfering from the houses where you work, however much
you resent them, you understand?”
“You know it’s the ones I resent
that I pilfered from?” gasped Artie.
“I guessed,” said Chaz. “And I’m thinking that’s Sir Tarleton, Mrs. Hadley
and your wife’s extended family. And you
got the wrong idea about Miss Grey and resented her living without apparent
means of support, unaware that she works very hard to write books. Summer tells me that her mum works about
sixteen hours a day.”
“Gawd!” said Artie.
“He is very good, but when it is
said ‘the Lord helps those who help themselves’ it does not refer to helping
themselves to unconsidered trifles from other people,” said Chaz. “Now I’d like you to give me anything you
have stashed that you have not yet sold, and I’ll see it gets to the right
people. And while you collect it, I’ll
have a word with my cousin Fred, and talk him into taking you on. Then you will go over and meet him, and do
what he asks you to. Pay won’t be huge
at first, but on the other hand, he’ll teach you the trade and you won’t have
to pay for it.”
“Vicar, you’re a marvel!” Artie
had hope in his rather battered face. “I
... I won’t let you down.”
“It’s this ruddy village,” said
Chaz. “Everything has to look perfect.
And the village failed you. I
want to make sure we have enough community spirit here to avoid that happening again.”
The text on Sunday was “Thou
Shalt Not Steal”.
“The Ten Commandments are simple,
even simplistic, and can be summed up in one phrase,” said Chaz. “Show respect
to other people. And stealing from
people is a lack of respect. Indeed, it
can be said to be the key commandment, as the other commandments can be
described in terms of theft. Some are
more obvious than others.” He paused. “Of
course coveting other people’s goods is a first step to planning theft or
possibly destruction of property, so they do not have such goods either; and
adultery is the theft of honour, in the breaking of the vow of marriage. To murder is to steal the life of someone
else, perhaps to steal a breadwinner from a family, or a mother from children,
and happiness from all the relatives of the dead person. To fail to acknowledge
God and to set up false gods like pop stars is to steal respect from him; to
fail to honour your father and mother is to steal the acknowledgement of what
they have given you. Though the failure
of some parents means that this can be a difficult one. The commandment assumes one’s parents do not
betray their sacred trust of being parents,” he added. “To keep the Lord’s Day holy is a way, too,
of making sure that everyone got one day off.
It kept employers from stealing the little bit of leisure their workers
had. And finally but not least, bearing false witness is a theft of character
of another, perhaps almost as wrong as depriving someone of life. Labelling someone falsely is an attack upon
their life.” He looked hard at Mrs. Hadley. “Some people have made an accusation
regarding the petty thefts. The
accusation was wrong, and the firing of the person accused was bearing false
witness. I hope the person who bore such
false witness is thoroughly ashamed, for I’d hate to think that someone with so
much on their conscience was a member of my congregation without repentence.” He looked around. “Now, it so happens that
the village’s petty thief has repented of his misdeeds, and has returned such
goods as have not yet been sold. If,
after the service, you would like to go into the vestry, if you have missed
anything, it may be that what was stolen is there. The thief does not have the means at his
disposal to make restitution, but if anything of strong sentimental value was
taken, let me know and I will see if I can find a way to get it back. He is now determined to go straight,
however, so I will not be answering any questions about who it is, or why he
has repented. It is sufficient that he
has, and the Good Lord is aware of that.
He has suffered from his conscience; ‘Vengeance is mine, Saith the Lord,
I will repay’ and leave it to the Good Lord to let his conscience tell him what
to do. It is sufficient.”
Thanks, these have been a lot of fun. I was thinking I would suggest a Scottish Congregationalist or other outsider who wouldn't like the Church of England because they disagree. As to why Chas hasn't met them yet, maybe they're elderly or housebound? I've also thought writing an agoraphobic person in a small town (that mostly tried to help) would be really interesting, especially if they owned a shop and lived above it. (You could always introduce them by a younger member od the congregation asking if they could stream the sermon, or record it, since in the U.S. my church records sermons to put on the website, and Chad is more approachable than the previous parson!) Will give any other suggestions if I have them. And you're welcome to take all, bits, or halves of those suggestions, even the website bit!
ReplyDeleteNoticed your request for themes, not characters. Whoops!
DeleteOh I am happy to accept characters. A steamingly anti Cof E dissenter would be as much fun as my atheist vet ... there was someone mysterious and reclusive if you recall in one of the flower cottages who I have yet to investigate.
DeleteI am not sure how well streaming would go in Britain; I think a lot of people would consider it black heresy ... Chaz might go as far as having a radio show with the local radio.
I just realised I need to clarify I use 'black heresy' to describe the darkest and wickedest not in any sense suggesting skin colour since it occurs to me a local church catering largely but not exclusively to the Jamaican community might accept streaming as they are open and progressive people [which I admit I am not]. I have attended, it was a mite too loud for my liking and a lot of standing up which my back and knees protested. Nice people, not my style of worship.
DeleteRadio seems more approachable! I think we technically have a podcast, but I can certainly see how that, or a live video stream would be seen as suspicious especially if it were new. I think we also got a website in the 90s, so a little more progressive there than a traditional town center church. :-)
Deletehehe it's also finding someone with the skills to run one ...
DeleteSummer tells me that her mum works about sixteen hours a day.”
ReplyDelete“Gawd!” said Artie.
“He is very good, but when it is said ‘the Lord helps those who help themselves’ it does not refer to helping themselves to unconsidered trifles from other people,” said Chaz.
A very subtle way of changing the subject.
Dave Penney
thank you
DeleteScorcher is right! London has been a real hellhole this week.
ReplyDeleteAs for themes, how about mental health? Wouldn't hurt to include a bit of MHFA into any first aid course they're doing either.
I am glad not to be in London; I'm in Ipswich which usually manages extremes of weather at both ends.
DeleteNow both a first aid course and mental health issues are an excellent idea; it is the sort of place where it would be badly judged, and I have touched on Rickett's attitude to soldiers with PTSD.
I am in London too, I sat in the garden yesterday getting blissfully soaked, oh the joy! I look forward to hearing more on the flower arrangers infiltration of the W.I. I think Mrs Beales would do very well as president. Loneliness would be a good theme, it could be tied into mental health issues such as depression or just dealt with, well, alone. Regards Kim
ReplyDeletenow it didn't rain here yesterday though it wasn't as hot as the day before with the rather frightening storm in the evening - I like storms, and i was unnerved by the 5 minutes in which the flashes and rumbles were too continuous to figure out which went with which; the house shook and the cats came flowing in over the windowsill like a furry river, they usually ignore storms [except Scampi who watches them] and then it threw it down with rain, hard enough to stop 3 inches off the ground. It's raining today however, and jolly nice it is too, though the tortoise disagrees.
DeleteAnd I am getting some grand ideas, thanks to all. I might have to pull the theme over several chapters so I need to think on this.
I've been really enjoying this, and seeing Chaz's unique way of dealing with all kinds of issues. I keep popping in hoping there's a new chapter but I know even you have to have down time now and then.
ReplyDeleteThere have been some great theme suggestions from other reviewers. Here are some additional possibilities in no particular order or preference in case any of them will work for you: bullying (at school or online), gangs, graffiti, how members of the community treat children or adults with special needs, factions or cliques or infighting within the church (I can think of a possible culprit), race relations (Is the community pretty homogeneous or a fair mix of cultures? How would a visitor feel or be treated if they look different from everyone else?), domestic violence, drug use or alcohol abuse.
Great ideas, Amy Beth! I am not doing anything creative until my visitors have gone on Friday [before I have some feline visitors I am fostering for a week!] because it's hard to get into writing when concentrating on other things, even while they are in London for a few days.] Of course if the muse suddenly strikes, that's a different matter.
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