"Oh yes dear, there is one strange thing." The duchess paused and then continued. " I thought I would tell you this. You know the little Mr. Wilson. Right?"
"Wilson?" Frowned the lord. "Wison? Oh yes, that tiny architect person, who is currently working upon the church's ceiling. Yes, I do know him. What about him though?"
"Oh! Mrs. Johnas is currently extremely out of her mind. She just told me something!"
"Who mother? What did you say? Sorry, Mrs who?"
"Mrs. Johnas- Johnas, the vicar's wife."
"Oh! Yes! Mrs. Johnas! What about her?"
"Well, you see, Mr. Wilson called them up today on the morning. He was his turn to come down to their place. Right?"
"Right! So?"
"He called them up to inform that he could not make it. He was extremely sad, the poor man! He is in shock! Actually, he discovered a dead body in his bath."
"Ughhh!! Mother, I am sorry but I again can not hear you! What did he found and where?"
"Sweetheart! He found a dead body! A dead body in his bath!"
"What?- No- No- No, wait, please, we have not yet finished talking. Please do not cut the line yet. Hello mother? Hello? Are you there mother? Hello! Hello! Ahh! You are these. I am sorry the operator girl was trying to cut us off. So you say a dead body? What sorts mother?"
"Yes a dead body dear! On top of that, the body was absolutely naked except for just a pair of glasses. I am sure Mrs. Johnas was blushing, when she told me about this. You see, it is sad but people tend to be a little narrow- minded in country vicarages!"