Miss Hargreaves, by Frank Baker -- a review by Jill Hand
What begins as a joke becomes frighteningly real in this spirited fantasy with a dark undercurrent. On a rainy afternoon at the end of a vacation trip to Ireland, two young friends, Norman Huntley and Henry Beddow, seek shelter in a church. The sexton shows them around, pointing out what he considers to be the musty old building’s many fine features. Norman and Henry impishly claim to be acquainted with someone who knew the church’s late pastor, a Mr. Archer. The sexton is obsessed with Archer and is eager to hear more. They oblige by spinning a tale about an elderly woman named Constance Hargreaves, who knew Archer in her youth. Norman and Henry leave the church delighted by their mutual act of creativity. They adjourn to a bar, where they continue the game by making up details about the fictitious Miss Hargreaves. She is a niece of the Duke of Grosvenor. She writes poetry, having published a volume of verses titled Wayside Bundle. She owns a cockatoo named Dr. Pepusch and a Bedlingto...