Murder on Exmoor

Later that night as they sat back checking their race plan and drinking cocoa Ralph checked his mobile which he had switched off while they were at the cinema.
There was a text message from Marcel Raveaux’s secretary at the University. After he read it, he sat back and looked at Katie.
“What?”
“It’s a text from the VC’s secretary.”
“So?”
“Granger’s been taken ill and is in hospital. The VC wants me to cancel everything and take over Granger’s post for a semester or until he’s fully recovered.”
“Does it say what’s wrong with him? Is it serious?”
“That’s all it says. I’ll text back now, and then telephone them in the morning.”
They sat there and listened to the rain as it beat down on the cabin roof and the wind whistled through the halyards.
“Right. I’d better get a hat for Marian’s wedding. Looks like our escape will have to be delayed, Dean Chalmers.”
“Wasn’t it Woody Allen who said, ‘If you want to make God laugh, just tell him about your plans?” Ralph said. They both laughed.
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