Would anyone live to hear them?
WHEN FIVE BELLS TOLL
“I’m gettin’ a bad feelin’, Sam,” Tindall said, looking up from the documents. “You . . . you know as how I had these things checked out by that attorney in Westerway before I’d accept Adams’ wager . . . but goddammit, you must’ve been right all along. They gotta be faked. I was fooled. I must be the biggest, fattest damn idjut this side of the—”
He broke off when Jackson dug his fingers into his upper arm. Jackson, ghost pale and shaking now, was pointing at the church and croaking something that sounded like;
Tindall looked. A name was barely visible in faded paint above the high arched door . . .
FIVE BELLS CHURCH