Saturday, 29 September 2007

BURROW COURT SESSION

Malaprop and Marple vs. Litefinger

His Honour Judge Anticant presiding.

The case before the Court was brought by Maria Malaprop and Jane Marple against Dorcas Litefinger for intrusion of privacy and breach of confidence.

The matter complained of was an article in the Burrow Bugle entitled “Burrow Bedroom Secrets: All is Revealed”, written by Snoopy Scribbler and reading as follows:

“Our in-house correspondent at Anticant’s Burrow, ‘BEDBUG’, informs us that unexpected possessions lurk under various Burrow counterpanes. Miss Marple, for instance, treasures a set of first editions of the Complete Works of Agatha Christie, and a set of Victorian curling tongs. Mrs Malaprop, the housekeeper, secretes under her bed a portmanteau full of ribbed woollen stockings in various shades, and a china mug inscribed “Ever thine, O Beloved, your devoted Beadle”. Under the Beadle’s bed is a heart-shaped silver frame containing a portrait of Mrs Malaprop. I have not yet had an opportunity to investigate the bedroom hoards of Anticant, Ben, or Dame Barbara, as that horrid Wooffie keeps sniffing around my ankles whenever I approach their rooms. But I shall report further in your next issue.”

The plaintiffs called for an apology, damages, and an injunction against publication of further items emanating from ‘Bedbug’, who, they claimed, was Demure Dorcas Litefinger, aka The Crafty Chambermaid.

Judge Anticant said that as he was proprietor of the Burrow Bugle, a conflict of interest was indicated and he would therefore step down from the bench and invite Dame Barbara de Carteblanche to take his place which she accordingly did.

The first witness was the Bugle’s gossip columnist, Snoopy Scribbler. Asked to confirm the identity of ‘Bedbug’, he declined, pleading journalist’s immunity to revealing his sources. He was reprimanded by Dame Barbara and told to step down.

The next witness was the Beadle, who professed outrage that his intimate love-tokens should be revealed to the world by a saucy guttersnipe. Dame Barbara told him to moderate his language, as the identity of the offending whistleblower had not yet been ascertained.

The defendant was then called to the witness box and asked whether or not she was Bedbug. “Oh, your Dameship”, she replied, “I have never bugged a bed in my life”. “But did you write this article? Yes or No?” Dame Barbara demanded. “Well, your Honour, I don’t clearly recollect doing so” replied the Crafty Chambermaid, “but then again I cannot swear for 100 per cent. certain that I didn’t. That Mr Scribbler was plying me with champagne and I may have signed something he put in front of me without realising what it was. Can I plead diminished responsibility?” “No – you can NOT!” Dame Barbara snapped. “You will plead either guilty or not guilty.” “In that case”, said Dorcas demurely, I shall opt for jury trial.”

A special jury was empanelled, consisting of Trousers, Wook, Lavenderblue, Merkin, and Zola. They are now deliberating, and their verdict and suggestions for sentencing [if the verdict is ‘guilty’] are awaited.

10 comments:

Emmett said...

REALLY, One supposes you'd ought to 'channel' Judge Jeffreys -- do any of these ladies have mystical & spiritualist proclivities & inclinations?

Wook, CC [/retd/], Professional Witness, Jury-Consultant & /cet/

lavenderblue said...

I do hope Wookie-woos will be Foreman..
Wooffie will be in court of course.

anticant said...

Judge Jeffreys is indeed the ultimate Lord of Appeal for the Burrow Court, and decides whether convicted culprits are sentenced to the stocks. But as the current case is not a hanging matter, it is unlikely that his services will be invoked on this occasion.

Miss Marple, of course, as an experienced super-sleuth, has highly developed intuitive faculties.

Wooffie is currently fortifying himself for his appearance in the witness box by donning his best pearls and taking copious gulps of brandy from the monkish casks that have recently arrived from the West Country. His evidence may well be crucial if he is in a fit condition to give it.

Emmett said...

WELL, It's 1.30 in the effing morning (there!) and I'm for two of Schell's best and off to the farter, Grandpa Wook!

dame barbara de carteblanche said...

We cannot have the minds of the jury befuddled by alcohol! While this case continues they will stay locked in the Snug by the Beadle, and the bar will remain closed.

Bring me six large pink gins to the Bench immediately please, Ben.

trousers said...

I've never been empanelled and befuddled simultaneously.

ben trovato said...

But have you been untrousered?

The Burrow Beadle said...

No debagging in the Burrow!

By Order

trousers said...

Not as far as I recall (sometimes I don't recall much after a few glasses of whisky in the snug).

Merkin said...

Off with her head !