It’s cherry pink and apple blossom white When your true lover comes your way It’s cherry pink and apple blossom white The poets say
The story goes that once a cherry tree Beside an apple tree did grow
And there a boy once met his bride to be Long long ago
The boy looked into her eyes, it was a sight to enthral The breezes joined in their sighs, the blossoms started to fall And as they gently caressed, the lovers looked up to find The branches of the two trees were intertwined,
And that is why the poets always write If there’s a new moon bright above It’s cherry pink and apple blossom white When you’re in love
Sir Alfred Thorpe had pulled a few strings and managed to arrange an interview with Police Constable Jones. Constable Jones had a regular beat that incorporated Lorrimer Park Crescent, its surrounding streets and the small park itself. Lady Audrey Patterson lived on that particular street and it was her maid, Elsie, who was found murdered in the park one morning a couple of weeks before.
The official enquiry had not uncovered anything at all. There had been no witnesses and so the case had gone cold.