Wonderland VIII: Conclusion
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Originally published: 16th December 2021
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With my thanks and apologies to Lewis Carroll and Geoffrey Chaucer..and Agatha Christie!
THE WONDERLAND SERIES
I: Prologue
II: The Hatter's Tale
III: The Watchmaker's Tale
IV: The Hairdresser's Tale
V: The Chef's Tale
VI: The Sailor's Tale
VII: The Preacher's Tale
VIII: Conclusion

it feels good to escape
with authors and poets
and dream up new places
with tales that are spun.
but sometimes what's real
and sometimes what isn't
encroach on each other
and read just as one.
such are the worlds
of rhyme but no reason
that question the answers
we thought we once had.
and such are the worlds
where nonsense is standard
so all the sane people
are deemed to be mad.
Wonderland: Parts I - VIII: What Really Happened - Please Note: Major Spoilers!
Alice (the hairdresser) and her husband (an ex jeweller and friend of the watchmaker) had a history of alcoholism although Alice was undergoing rehabilitation and told people she was managing well. She struggled at work in the hair salon during the day but in the evenings when she helped out at The Tabard Inn (of all places!) she coped by drinking water.
Alice's husband had gone to The Tabard Inn to swap a bottle of whisky he kept at home in exchange for a small piece of gold belonging to his friend - the watchmaker - who was out celebrating.
He wanted the gold - so he claimed - to make a ring for his wife as a surprise. The gold the watchmaker had in his possession that night had come from a pocket watch he had 'fixed’ that morning.
Alice’s husband knew that Alice would be at The Tabard so was careful keeping himself out of sight from her. It would ruin the surprise and besides, he’d promised his wife he would never frequent The Tabard Inn on account of his drinking.
Once the gold / whisky swap had taken place with the watchmaker, Alice’s husband noticed the preacher playing chess with his wife.
The preacher got up from his chair at the very same moment Alice's husband caught sight of him.
Alice's husband deduced that the preacher's actions of getting up and leaving The Tabard was proof that the preacher had a guilty conscience and that that he was having an affair with his wife. There were rumours circulating at the time.
It hadn't helped that Alice's husband saw his wife smile at the preacher. Alice liked the preacher and he liked her.
Alice may not have noticed that her husband was at The Tabard that night and may have only found out he'd been there later when he arrived home and told her.
It's unclear if the preacher - an animal lover - had noticed Alice’s husband or had got up from his chair simply because he was worried for the wellbeing of the Tabard's cat, Duchess who had been scared by the storm and had run outside.
Duchess, a stray, lived most of its time at The Tabard where she was fed by the chef. The innkeeper didn't mind as long as the chef kept working for him and besides, he felt some guilt due to the affair he was having with the chef's wife. With the chef incapacitated, no one had been feeding Duchess.
As the preacher ran out of the Tabard he bumped into the sailor who was on his way in. The sailor had made plans to 'end it all' but was going to have several drinks first.
Alice's husband ran out after the preacher. He appeared livid. It was never going to end well.
The hatter, drunk and on his way home from The Tabard that night thinks he saw ‘dark shadows on a very high wall and possibly a cat."
The preacher may have located Duchess on a high wall outside and climbed up it. Despite having a false leg he was very fit and strong.
Perhaps the preacher had slipped and fallen by accident head first onto concrete? Perhaps Duchess the cat had pushed past him on the wall causing him to fall? Had Alice’s husband climbed the wall after the preacher? It had been a dark and stormy night.
The full details aren't clear but the powers that be deduced that the preacher had no reason to commit suicide so jumping off the wall to end his own life was ruled out - yet some who knew him well felt he may have had reason.
Alice's husband - on returning home - was to meet his own demise later that night - stabbed by Alice who claimed she did it in self defence.
Update:
The immediate events that led up to the preacher's death are still a mystery.
The hatter was considered to be an unreliable witness. He was confused. Inhaling chemical fumes at his work place over the years had come at a cost to his wellbeing. Physically his skin had turned orange and mentally he believed Alice was his daughter and that his wife had left him for royalty.
He didn't have any children and he had never married and became further confused on the night of the storm after falling down stairs at home.
Alice is now serving a jail sentence for the murder of her husband although she maintains that he hit her on a regular basis.
As for me..well, I'm the nurse who was given the task of keeping an eye on the suicidal sailor's movements that night. I followed him everywhere as requested by the doctor and it was a good job I did.
I was in the street as the sailor entered The Tabard. At that same moment I saw the preacher and then, seconds later, Alice's angry looking husband exit The Tabard.
Have I mentioned yet that I pulled the sailor from the sea later that night as he tried to drown himself? The doctor's assessment of him had proved to be correct.
I rang emergency services and accompanied the sailor to the hospital in an ambulance and while he was being assessed I noticed The Tabard Inn's chef outside having a cigarette. Slurring his words he told me that he'd quit working at The Tabard and now works in the hospital kitchens. He added that his ex-wife plans to move in with the innkeeper at The Tabard and take charge of all the cooking there!
There’s more: walking home from the hospital I called the emergency services (again) for a guy lying unresponsive under a tree. I later found out he was the watchmaker! The coroner deduced he had fallen or tripped over something while drunk and hit his head.
Duchess the cat was 'smiling' next to an empty whisky bottle a short distance away.
I took Duchess home and she lives with me now!
..Sheesh!..You couldn't make any of this up! :)
Copyright © Gary Radice | Year Posted 2020
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