The friar sat there looking at Mr Blessing Justice's message for a few minutes. His enthusiasm to answer it was not great but the alternative was to venture out into a world where the the colour purple is not normally associated with mouths. He started typing:
Dear Mr Justice,
Easter greetings to you, Sir.
You do seem to be getting unnecessarily agitated about me asking questions. And I must confess that I do not understand why. I went back to my letter and, as far as I can see, I asked only two questions.
I asked about the original PROMISE that there would be no money to spend from my end and I asked the meaning of 'revert' as it was not a word I was familiar with.
And in response to these two quite understandable questions you fly off in a fury and a frenzy accusing me of trying to jeopardise your efforts, to displeasing a widow, of making you afraid, and of doubting you.
Then you say that I should feel free to ask any questions that I like!
I find your responses very puzzling, Mr Justice, most puzzling indeed.
I am very interested in this whole deal, there is much we can do with the money, but even though I am a Christian it doesn't mean that I am not allowed to ask questions and seek enlightenment and understanding!!
I am relying on you entirely in this process and that is why I am puzzled that the Chief Accountant of a French National Bank would be unaware of pending or potential legal fees.
I must go now, I can see the Abbot walking across the quadrangle.
Yours in Christ,
Friar Augustus Tuck.
For thou wilt light my candle:
The Lord my God will enlighten my darkness.
- Psalm 18:28
The friar felt much happier for getting all this off his chest. Letting Mr Justice know that he wouldn't be pushed around made him feel a little bit better. There was a knocking on his door but he ignored it.
There was a knocking on his door but he ignored it.