The Art of Deception
or Pride and Extreme Prejudice
Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors. This week continues a spy story set in late Georgian England, the year before Trafalgar. Last week, Roderick and Edward met, somewhat to Roderick’s surprise, Alice and Lucy in Bath. They had an interesting and accidental meeting with an old acquaintance of Roderick’s. This week, the niceties over, the two men head back to the Pelican for as Roderick described it, “Sausages. Presumably made from pigs, but possibly with other, less savoury, ingredients.”
“Sausages for dinner, again?” Edward joked as he and Roderick trudged back to the Pelican.
“I hear they have a new cook; at least I hope so; in any case, the beer has a fine reputation and anything is edible – with enough of it; Did you catch their names and addresses?”
“Wondered how long it would take for you to ask me that, Lucinda,” He looked heavenward, “Lucinda is from Derbyshire, Thornsett, Miss Mapleton from the village of Easterly; I suppose that means we can write two villages off the list.”
“Not necessarily, Edward; the best cover stories are as true as is possible; fewer things to forget; Miss Mapleton did say her cousin was Miss Green … I think that is the name of the family thereabouts.”
Edward stopped, “You don’t think they’re involved?”
“I’m impressed … know your minor nobility?”
“Lord no – they were friends of my parents; at least until Lord Green outran his legs; wonder what happened to them; last I heard they’d retired to the country; had a daughter, much younger.”
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Thornsett is a real village, more of a crossroads now, on the canal between New Mills and Hayfield in the peak district. New Mills (in the picture) is, as the name suggests, a factory town. It’s situated on ample water power and was being built about the time of this story. In 1804 Thornsett was the bigger of the three towns.
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13 thoughts on “The Art of Deception 27”
If the nobility is involved, I’ll bet their job just got more complicated.
thank you, it’s pretty complex.
“at least until Lord Green outran his legs”
I would love to know what that means! Had me guessing for a long entertained moment!
Love your dialogue.
outran his legs is regency slang for going bankrupt or running up gaming debts that you couldn’t pay
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I thought so. I love how many euphemisms they had for that, and their ladies of less than pristine repute.
I’m enjoying the story, really get a feel for the time! I don’t know if this is published but minor suggestion – having the name Lucinda at the end of “for you to ask me that, Lucinda…” implies he’s speaking TO Lucinda. I’d leave that instance of her name out. He really doesn’t need to say it twice. All the best 🙂
Not published yet – I’m trying regular publishers and a couple agents. Hope springs eternal. Thank you for the suggestion – it’s hard to see what is confusing from someone else’s reading.
The plot thickens … Love the cracks about the beer and sausage.
Thank you – The details of sausage making, like laws, are best ignored.
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best cover stories are as true as is possible; fewer things to forget… so true. Nice touch. Good snippet!
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