Monday, 8 February 2016
Everyone admired the stained glass window at St. Mary Magdalene's church. Set high above the altar on the chancel wall, it depicted Jesus preaching from the mound, the Son of God in the centre, top, and a sea of peasants spreading out and down until they were almost life size at the bottom.
Father Dunn smoothed down a piece of lead. “It could have been terrible, but your prompt arrival deterred the thieves.”
“Be that as it may, sir,” PC Kupil referred to his notebook, “but the window is twenty feet by twelve. If the thieves scarpered when they saw me coming, how did they have time to take their ladders and scaffolding?”
“The lord moves in mysterious ways.” Father Dunn led him away. “No need to even write a report. Could I interest you in a cup of tea and a bourbon biscuit.”
“Not while I'm on duty, sir.” He looked back at the church. It was always difficult to make out the details of stained glass from the outside and he'd never been inside to know what it looked like properly, but he was fairly sure the peasants shouldn't have been depicted taking pictures of The Lord Our Saviour with their mobile phones.