is home to an elderly, vulnerable person. Uniforms can easily be procured and are not a guarantee that the person wearing them is in a position of trust.’
Police are warning the elderly to be on guard. ‘The Major’ is six foot plus, of very smart appearance, short dark hair, with a neutral accent. Police are linking this man with
the names Jack Glasshoughton, James Glass, Jackie Glass, John Glasier and James Jackson. If anyone is familiar with these names or has been approached by this man, please call the Crimesmashers number at the bottom of this
page.’
Eve sank back in her chair. ‘Well, well, well,’ she said aloud to herself. Now that was too much of a coincidence. She made a few notes, including the detective
sergeant’s name. She would email and find out if they’d ever caught ‘The Major’. She wouldn’t have been surprised to hear that they hadn’t, because he sounded a
greasy, shifty character. Maybe he had laid low for a few years and was now back in business, preying on old ladies who lived in bungalows with his tried and trusted modus operandi. Were Jacques
Glace and Major Jack Glasshoughton one and the same? She’d bet her share of the theme park they were, and she would go all out to prove it. Yes, she knew there was something shifty about
Jacques Glace all right. He was too smiley, too cheerful, too easy-going, too secretive.
From the corner of her eye, she saw the candle flame flicker. The candle which Jonathan had bought for her and placed in her window and told her that as long as it burned, she was his and he was
hers. He told her this on the last day she ever saw him.
‘Oh Jonathan, who is Jacques Glace?’ she said. ‘Is he really Major Glasshoughton? Did he con Aunt Evelyn into writing him into her will?’
Why couldn’t life be simple? Why was life so full of questions, like how did Aunt Evelyn end up with a theme park? Who was Jacques Glace? Why had he made that stupid joke about marrying
her? Why couldn’t she have married the man she loved? Why was she sitting here talking to a candle – the only thing that signified she was loved in this world? Tears welled up in her
eyes and she fought them back because Eve Douglas did not cry. But she couldn’t push back that surge of sadness and pain that her man was on the other side of an impenetrable barrier. Her
brave, lovely, wonderful, Corporal Jonathan Lighthouse. Killed in action on Christmas Day five years ago – three days before he was due to come home from Helmand Province. As if another man
could ever measure up to him. Jacques Glace less than most. Jonathan was brave and brilliant. Jacques Glace was a maverick who didn’t work and had about as much dress sense as a blind court
jester. It was an insult for him to even think he had a chance at charming her. He wasn’t even fit enough to wait in the queue to clean Jonathan’s shoes.
Chapter 10
‘I can’t find a single Jacques Glace on the net, but I did find a Major Jack Glasshoughton who conned an old lady out of her life savings. And when I rang the
police, they told me that he’s never been found. What do you think about that then?’ said Eve, pulling on her car handbrake at the side of the Winterworld gate.
‘Sorry, what?’ said Violet, lifting her eyes from the newspaper where they had been glued.
‘What’s the matter? You look cross.’
‘It’s this damned paper. I don’t know who the editor in chief is, but I suspect it’s someone in Broadmoor.’ She passed over the
Trumpet
and pointed to the
top of the page.
The
Daily Trumpet
would like to point out that the popular ice-cream parlour, Carousel, will be open 3pm—5pm Tuesday to Sunday and not 3pm—5pm Tuesday
to Sunday as previously published.
‘They’re useless,’ said Eve, shaking her head. ‘I can’t believe you agreed to advertise with them.’
‘I didn’t,’ replied Violet. ‘They took it upon themselves to wreck my business single-handedly. Anyway, what were
Police are warning the elderly to be on guard. ‘The Major’ is six foot plus, of very smart appearance, short dark hair, with a neutral accent. Police are linking this man with
the names Jack Glasshoughton, James Glass, Jackie Glass, John Glasier and James Jackson. If anyone is familiar with these names or has been approached by this man, please call the Crimesmashers number at the bottom of this
page.’
Eve sank back in her chair. ‘Well, well, well,’ she said aloud to herself. Now that was too much of a coincidence. She made a few notes, including the detective
sergeant’s name. She would email and find out if they’d ever caught ‘The Major’. She wouldn’t have been surprised to hear that they hadn’t, because he sounded a
greasy, shifty character. Maybe he had laid low for a few years and was now back in business, preying on old ladies who lived in bungalows with his tried and trusted modus operandi. Were Jacques
Glace and Major Jack Glasshoughton one and the same? She’d bet her share of the theme park they were, and she would go all out to prove it. Yes, she knew there was something shifty about
Jacques Glace all right. He was too smiley, too cheerful, too easy-going, too secretive.
From the corner of her eye, she saw the candle flame flicker. The candle which Jonathan had bought for her and placed in her window and told her that as long as it burned, she was his and he was
hers. He told her this on the last day she ever saw him.
‘Oh Jonathan, who is Jacques Glace?’ she said. ‘Is he really Major Glasshoughton? Did he con Aunt Evelyn into writing him into her will?’
Why couldn’t life be simple? Why was life so full of questions, like how did Aunt Evelyn end up with a theme park? Who was Jacques Glace? Why had he made that stupid joke about marrying
her? Why couldn’t she have married the man she loved? Why was she sitting here talking to a candle – the only thing that signified she was loved in this world? Tears welled up in her
eyes and she fought them back because Eve Douglas did not cry. But she couldn’t push back that surge of sadness and pain that her man was on the other side of an impenetrable barrier. Her
brave, lovely, wonderful, Corporal Jonathan Lighthouse. Killed in action on Christmas Day five years ago – three days before he was due to come home from Helmand Province. As if another man
could ever measure up to him. Jacques Glace less than most. Jonathan was brave and brilliant. Jacques Glace was a maverick who didn’t work and had about as much dress sense as a blind court
jester. It was an insult for him to even think he had a chance at charming her. He wasn’t even fit enough to wait in the queue to clean Jonathan’s shoes.
Chapter 10
‘I can’t find a single Jacques Glace on the net, but I did find a Major Jack Glasshoughton who conned an old lady out of her life savings. And when I rang the
police, they told me that he’s never been found. What do you think about that then?’ said Eve, pulling on her car handbrake at the side of the Winterworld gate.
‘Sorry, what?’ said Violet, lifting her eyes from the newspaper where they had been glued.
‘What’s the matter? You look cross.’
‘It’s this damned paper. I don’t know who the editor in chief is, but I suspect it’s someone in Broadmoor.’ She passed over the
Trumpet
and pointed to the
top of the page.
The
Daily Trumpet
would like to point out that the popular ice-cream parlour, Carousel, will be open 3pm—5pm Tuesday to Sunday and not 3pm—5pm Tuesday
to Sunday as previously published.
‘They’re useless,’ said Eve, shaking her head. ‘I can’t believe you agreed to advertise with them.’
‘I didn’t,’ replied Violet. ‘They took it upon themselves to wreck my business single-handedly. Anyway, what were
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