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William Brown, Mrs Bott and the Bubble Gum mystery
When school teacher Mr Naismith took on his duties as Chess Master at the Village Hall, he little expected to become embroiled in a mystery involving Mrs Bott, the dinner lady at his school and mother of Elisabeth Bott, close friend of William Brown, who were two of his chess pupils.
Master surveyed the scene ahead of him at the village hall, home to East Lincolnshire Chess club.
His dream was reaching completion with the recruitment of the six new junior members to the club. Tonight, they were to receive their first lesson in writing down the chess moves.
In front of him, on the long club table there were six boards with chess sets arranged on them in a line. Seated at each set was a junior, and opposite a volunteer from the ranks of the senior members of the club.
He picked up a spare queen and rapped it on one of the tables.
The hubbub subsided.
“Good evening, all” he began.
“Good evening, Master” the juniors chorused. All except one. Elizabeth Bott. She was crouched over her score sheet protecting her work from William Brown seated at the next board.
He decided it best not to draw attention to Elizabeth. She often forgot to address him by his correct chess title, using his work name of Mr Naismith. Her mother was a dinner lady at the School he taught at, and where the other juniors were recruited from.
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William Brown, Mrs Bott and the Bubble Gum mystery
When school teacher Mr Naismith took on his duties as Chess Master at the Village Hall, he little expected to become embroiled in a mystery involving Mrs Bott, the dinner lady at his school and mother of Elisabeth Bott, close friend of William Brown, who were two of his chess pupils.
Master surveyed the scene ahead of him at the village hall, home to East Lincolnshire Chess club.
His dream was reaching completion with the recruitment of the six new junior members to the club. Tonight, they were to receive their first lesson in writing down the chess moves.
In front of him, on the long club table there were six boards with chess sets arranged on them in a line. Seated at each set was a junior, and opposite a volunteer from the ranks of the senior members of the club.
He picked up a spare queen and rapped it on one of the tables.
The hubbub subsided.
“Good evening, all” he began.
“Good evening, Master” the juniors chorused. All except one. Elizabeth Bott. She was crouched over her score sheet protecting her work from William Brown seated at the next board.
He decided it best not to draw attention to Elizabeth. She often forgot to address him by his correct chess title, using his work name of Mr Naismith. Her mother was a dinner lady at the School he taught at, and where the other juniors were recruited from.