Wychwood by Geoffrey Hans Larsen Mystery 1985

About the Story

You have served your six months' sentence for burglary and now you hope to benefit from what you have learned.

Old Jones was a good mate to you. Mind you, Jonesy doesn't realise how much information was given away whilst asleep. Sleep talking is a fairly common occurrence I suppose.

The sly old devil. Pulled off a bank robbery three years ago did old Jonesy. The money was never recovered, of course. Jonesy saw to that. One and a half grand stashed away where nobody would find it. Nobody except you, that is. Poor old Jones was arrested in the village of Lower Ashley sans loot. The robbery had been from one of the banks in Greater Manchester, ten miles south.

Lying between the two, of course, is Wychwood. Good old Jonesy, Wychwood.

From what you have heard while the old codger was giving it zeds the money is stashed away in the vicinity of Wychwood Manor. It could still take some finding of course but you know how old Jonesy thinks, don't you? When you get to Wychwood your instinct should help you. Six months isn't long enough to dull your senses.

This car was easy enough to nick, huh? Don't care much for the colour but that is the least of your concerns.

Can't be much further now. Ah, there's the turning for Wychwood. I'll park the car here. This road is quite off the beaten track and anyway nobody should be snooping around at this time of the morning. Not even seven yet.

Right, here goes...

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