The Madness of Angels, episode 2

Dr Pleas­ant is intro­duced; Pren­tiss chas­es a burglar.


18th Novem­ber 2010.

Dramatis Personae


The team descend­ed to the cen­tral area under the dome, where they found a tall, dark fig­ure wait­ing some­what impa­tient­ly. Intro­duc­ing him­self as Dr Zepha­ni­ah Pleas­ant, anoth­er Min­istry agent, he demand­ed to know why he had been dragged out of bed at such an ungod­ly hour. While Marsh ducked out into the streets to pur­sue some leads of his own, Cur­ruthers brought him up to date on the mys­tery and their dis­cov­er­ies so far. Pleas­ant request­ed access to the body and pro­ceed­ed to car­ry out a more thor­ough exam­i­na­tion; although he was able to learn lit­tle new, he was able to con­firm the oth­ers’ suspicions.

The team decid­ed it would be help­ful to exam­ine the Dean’s office. Tak­en upstairs to the west wing of the build­ing, they found a smart but some­what ster­ile room. A detailed exam­i­na­tion of the fur­ni­ture and win­dow frames and a search for secret pan­els dis­cov­ered lit­tle of inter­est. Mus­ing that he would have kept any­thing of inter­est at home, Cur­ruthers realised that the key in the pock­et book was for the front door of a house. Decid­ing to inves­ti­gate this lat­er, they asked the Chief Verg­er about the works in the roof.

The Verg­er took them to the Records Office, sit­u­at­ed in the Chap­ter­house near­by, where he pulled out a ledger and tracked down the works order for the job. As the office of the con­trac­tor was close by, they head­ed there first. Upon arriv­ing, they found the fore­man look­ing rather annoyed: it seemed three of his work­men had failed to report in this morn­ing, and while he expect­ed this kind of behav­iour from Bill and Char­lie Bod­ie, he thought bet­ter of the senior mason, Mar­tin Gef­fey. It didn’t take long for the team, pos­ing as a Met­ro­pol­i­tan Police inves­tiga­tive team, to dis­cov­er that these were the work­ers from the Cathe­dral project and to obtain their address­es. They moved on to Geffey’s address, a decent, if small, ter­raced house in the East End, where they found his wife beside her­self with wor­ry: he had failed to return home last night and she was wor­ried some­thing had hap­pened to him. Asked if he ever stayed late at the pub, she told them that he was not a heavy drinker and was devot­ed to his fam­i­ly. Mrs Bod­ie, mean­while, wife of Char­lie and daugh­ter-in-law of William, was com­plete­ly unwor­ried; while both men had failed to come home, this was hard­ly unusu­al and she was much hap­pi­er when they weren’t clut­ter­ing the place up.

The team decid­ed to move on and inves­ti­gate the victim’s pri­vate res­i­dence in Isling­ton. Once more pre­sent­ing them­selves as mem­bers of the Met, they were admit­ted by his valet, who they ques­tioned with care, dis­cov­er­ing that the staff were very upset by the news. He agreed to let them exam­ine the Dean’s study, leav­ing them to take their time. Car­ry­ing out a thor­ough search of the room, they turned up a bun­dle of per­son­al let­ters, a series of per­son­al jour­nals, a col­lec­tion of ref­er­ence works on the study of the angel­ic hier­ar­chies (from sev­er­al dif­fer­ent tra­di­tions) and a pair of hefty look­ing tomes in Hebrew. Miss Sharpe tried her Detecterona­tron again, detect­ing a faint aura around the Hebrew works, which Dr Pleas­ant now took an inter­est in.

After they had searched for half an hour or so, sev­er­al of them heard nois­es from upstairs, not unlike fur­ni­ture being moved. Cur­ruthers react­ed imme­di­ate­ly, head­ing out and up the stairs at the dou­ble. He found the door to the room above closed and knocked, lis­ten­ing for a response. He heard the sound of foot­falls, mov­ing away from the door, and tried to open the door, plan­ning to give chase. Unfor­tu­nate­ly, the door was locked but Pren­tiss, cur­rent­ly stand­ing idle, was look­ing out of the win­dow and saw a pair of boots descend­ing from above. Wrench­ing the win­dow open as their own­er dropped past him, he sprang out to give chase…