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The Alan Grant series #5
Convalescing from a broken leg, Inspector Alan Grant undertakes to solve one of the greatest mysteries of all time – the murder of the princes in the Tower. Intrigued by a sympathetic portrait of King Richard III, Grant questions conventional accounts that condemn the monarch as the murderer of his young nephews. With the help of his friend, Marta Hallard, and a new acquaintance, Brent Carradine, Grant delves into the evidence – or lack thereof – surrounding the heinous crime and comes to a startling conclusion.
The Daughter of Time is the fifth novel to feature Inspector Alan Grant of Scotland Yard, and the last novel to be published by author Josephine Tey during her lifetime. It is recognized as a classic of detective literature and was voted number one in the UK Crime Writers' Association list of the top 100 crime novels of all time.
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Chapter 17

On the afternoon when Carradine reappeared in the room at the hospital Grant had walked to the window and back again, and was so cock-a-hoop about it that The Midget was moved to remind him that it was a thing that a child of eighteen months could do. But nothing could subdue Grant today.

‘Thought you’d have me here for months, didn’t you,’ he crowed.

‘We are very glad to see you better so quickly,’ she said primly; and added: ‘We are, of course, very glad, too, to have your bed.’

And she clicked away down the corridor, all blonde curls and starch.

Grant lay on his bed and looked at his little prison room with something approaching benevolence. Neither a man who has stood at the Pole nor a man who has stood on Everest has anything on a man who has stood at a window after weeks of being merely twelve stones of destitution. Or so Grant felt.

Tomorrow he was going home. Going home to be cosseted by Mrs. Tinker. He would have to spend half of each day in bed and he would be able to walk only with the aid of sticks, but he would be his own man again. At the bidding of no one. In tutelage to no half-pint piece of efficiency, yearned over by no lump of outsized benevolence.

It was a glorious prospect.

He had already unloaded his hallelujahs all over Sergeant Williams, who had looked in on the completion of his chore in Essex, and he was now yearning for Marta to drop in so that he could peacock in front of her in his new-found manhood.

‘How did you get on with the history books?’ Williams had asked.

‘Couldn’t be better. I’ve proved them all wrong.’

Williams had grinned. ‘I expect there’s a law against that,’ he said. ‘MI5 won’t like it. Treason or lèse-majesté or something like that it might turn out to be. You never know nowadays. I’d be careful if I was you.’

‘I’ll never again believe anything I read in a history book, as long as I live, so help me.’

‘You’ll have to make exceptions,’ Williams pointed out with Williams’ dogged reasonableness. ‘Queen Victoria was true, and I suppose Julius Caesar did invade Britain. And there’s 1066.’

‘I’m beginning to have the gravest doubts about 1066. I see you’ve tied up the Essex job. What is Chummy like?’

‘A thorough little blighter. Been treated soft all his life since he started stealing change from his Ma at the age of nine. A good belting at the age of twelve might have saved his life. Now he’ll hang before the almond blossom’s out. It’s going to be an early spring. I’ve been working every evening in the garden this last few days, now that the days are drawing out. You’ll be glad to sniff fresh air again.’

And he had gone away, rosy and sane and balanced, as befitted a man who was belted for his good in his youth.

So Grant was longing for some other visitor from the outside world that he was so soon to be a part of again, and he was delighted when the familiar tentative tap came on his door.

‘Come in, Brent!’ he called, joyfully.

And Brent came in.

But it was not the Brent who had last gone out.

Gone was the jubilation. Gone was his newly acquired breadth.

He was no longer Carradine the pioneer, the blazer of trails.

He was just a thin boy in a very long, very large overcoat. He looked young, and shocked, and bereaved.

Grant watched him in dismay as he crossed the room with his listless uncoordinated walk. There was no bundle of paper sticking out of his mailsack of a pocket today.

Oh, well, thought Grant philosophically; it had been fun while it lasted. There was bound to be a snag somewhere. One couldn’t do serious research in that light-hearted amateur way and hope to prove anything by it. One wouldn’t expect an amateur to walk into the Yard and solve a case that had defeated the pro’s; so why should he have thought himself smarter than the historians. He had wanted to prove to himself that he was right in his face-reading of the portrait; he had wanted to blot out the shame of having put a criminal on the bench instead of in the dock. But he would have to accept his mistake, and like it. Perhaps he had asked for it. Perhaps, in his heart of hearts, he had been growing a little pleased with himself about his eye for faces.

‘Hullo, Mr. Grant.’

‘Hullo, Brent.’

Actually it was worse for the boy. He was at the age when he expected miracles to happen. He was still at the age when he was surprised that a balloon should burst.

‘You look saddish,’ he said cheerfully to the boy. ‘Something come unstuck.’

‘Everything.’

Carradine sat down on the chair and stared at the window.

‘Don’t these damned sparrows get you down?’ he asked, fretfully.

‘What is it? Have you discovered that there was a general rumour about the boys before Richard’s death, after all?’

‘Oh, much worse than that.’

‘Oh. Something in print? A letter?’

‘No, it isn’t that sort of thing at all. It’s something much worse. Something quite – quite fundamental. I don’t know how to tell you.’ He glowered at the quarrelling sparrows. ‘These damned birds. I can never write that book now, Mr. Grant.’

‘Why not, Brent?’

‘Because it isn’t news to anyone. Everyone has known all about those things all along.’

‘Known? About what?’

‘About Richard not having killed the boys at all, and all that.’

‘They’ve known ? Since when!’

‘Oh, hundreds and hundreds of years.’

‘Pull yourself together, chum. It’s only four hundred years altogether since the thing happened.’

‘I know. But it doesn’t make any difference. People have known about Richard’s not doing it for hundreds and hundreds –’

‘Will you stop that keening and talk sense. When did this – this rehabilitation first begin?’

‘Begin? Oh, at the first available moment.’

‘When was that?’

‘As soon as the Tudors were gone and it was safe to talk.’

‘In Stuart times, you mean?’

‘Yes, I suppose – yes. A man Buck wrote a vindication in the seventeenth century. And Horace Walpole in the eighteenth. And someone called Markham in the nineteenth.’

‘And who in the twentieth?’

‘No one that I know of.’

‘Then what’s wrong with your doing it?’

‘But it won’t be the same, don’t you see. It won’t be a great discovery!’ He said it in capitals. A Great Discovery.

Grant smiled at him. ‘Oh, come! You can’t expect to pick great discoveries off bushes. If you can’t be a pioneer what’s wrong with leading a crusade?’

‘A crusade?’

‘Certainly.’

‘Against what?’

‘Tonypandy.’

The boy’s face lost its blankness. It looked suddenly amused, like someone who has just seen a joke.

‘It’s the damnedest silliest name, isn’t it!’ he remarked.

‘If people have been pointing out for three hundred and fifty years that Richard didn’t murder his nephews and a schoolbook can still say, in words of one syllable and without qualification, that he did, then it seems to me that Tonypandy has a long lead on you. It’s time you got busy.’

‘But what can I do when people like Walpole and those have failed?’

‘There’s that old saying about constant water and its effect on stone.’

‘Mr. Grant, right now I feel an awfully feeble little trickle.’

‘You look it, I must say. I’ve never seen such self-pity. That’s no mood to start bucking the British public in. You’ll be giving enough weight away as it is.’

‘Because I’ve not written a book before, you mean?’

‘No, that doesn’t matter at all. Most people’s first books are their best anyway; it’s the one they wanted most to write. No, I meant that all the people who’ve never read a history book since they left school will feel themselves qualified to pontificate about what you’ve written. They’ll accuse you of whitewashing Richard; “whitewashing” has a derogatory sound that “rehabilitation” hasn’t, so they’ll call it whitewashing. A few will look up the Britannica , and feel themselves competent to go a little further in the matter. These will slay you instead of flaying you. And the serious historians won’t even bother to notice you.’

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