There wasn’t much more left until they would be finished with Marian’s roof. Probably only an hour more. Chris didn’t mind either way. If it took longer then he would earn more and if it took less time then he would be finished and could go home. He shortly paused to look up at the sky. Today was surely a beautiful day. Clear blue sky, the sun was shining brightly and one could faintly see the small sickle of the waning moon. Time could not be stopped and Chris continued with his work. Not for long though as a voice shouted towards the roof. He didn’t hear the first few words as they were covered by the sound of their hammering. “... officer with Scotland Yard, investigating the possible sightings of a wild animal. Some of the locals have told that you may be able to help us.” The neighbour had also stopped hammering and pushed Chris a little. “Hey, he is talking to you.” Chris climbed down the roof. He was thinking that he couldn’t possibly charge miss Marian with the time that this unknown man took but on the other hand he couldn’t help this interruption either. The neighbour didn’t continue working either. For a change, he would be the one to be able to spread a juicy rumour. The guys at the pub would be hanging at his lips for this. But of course that wouldn’t count as gossiping because he was a man and only women gossip.<br/>After stepping on the ground, Chris looked at the officer before him. She seemed quite dull, just like you would expect from an officer. A career that has always been underpaid. The boy didn’t say anything, but didn’t seem to have any defensive stance or anything like that either. He just didn’t know what to say at that moment as if he has never dealt with an officer before. Calmly he waits for the officer to make the first step.<br/><br/>In the middle of the village, the small church just stood there quietly. On a normal weekday there was not much going on there. The church was small when comparing it to those big ones in the cities or larger villages, still it was big enough for most villagers to fit in. This was needed indeed. Since about a year the church is almost filled nearly every mass. The inside is decorated very nicely, there are statues and gold, big chandeliers and amazing stained glass windows, wooden banks for the people to sit on, of course an altar with a giant cross behind it, the typical ‘box’ for making confessions was also located in a corner. The heavy wooden doors were almost never locked even when the pastor was not in the church. This was for the case that someone just wanted to make a cross with the little stone bowl filled with holy water near the entrance. The pastor lived in a small side building that was attached to the church. There were fixed hours that he was in the church in case someone wanted to make a confession or to receive blessings or just for consultations or for a talk. It was still the times that a pastor took care of the psychological wellbeing of a village.<br/>The pastor of Baskerville was a nice man. He was already considered an old man with white hair and looked fragile enough to be blown away by a strong gust of wind. However, nobody in the village would believe that to happen since this man was also strong. Strong as in mental strength blessed by the kindness of God and determined to spread that kindness. His posture was straight and not bend by his age, he kept a neat appearance and wore his black pastor robes at all times except for mass and when he went to sleep. Once a week he spend the afternoon at the local elementary school to teach the children about his religion. Everyone either called him Pastor or Father. Outside of the fixed hours that he spend in the church one could always knock on the door of the side building where he lived. This also happened today. As the pastor opened the door a young man was standing there that he didn’t know. Of course the pastor knew everyone in the village, even those few that had shown their back to the church and his beloved God.<br/>“Pastor, I am an officer with Scotland Yard, I am here to ask you about your report.”<br/>The pastor immediately knew what report the man had meant, still he was a little surprised to be confronted with an officer from Scotland yard about it.<br/>“Please come in first,” he hushed the man inside. The inside of the building was just as small as the outside would made one guess. After a small corridor with the stairs and a guest toilet there was a small but extremely cosy living room with a door to what was presumably the kitchen and another one with a lock on it leading to the church. Upstairs there was only a small bathroom and a small bedroom. “Please take a seat, would you like some tea?”