Philippa Carr: The Changeling

“Trouble for you?” I suggested. “Goodness knows what the penalty would be for hiding someone whom the police are trying to find.”

“I think I could extricate myself with some plausibility. A lapse of memory leaves everyone innocent. It is the way to get the smallest amount of press coverage.”

“Celeste,” I burst out. “I am so happy to have found you!”

“I wasn’t sure whether I wanted to do it or not,” she said. “Sometimes I hated him. I wanted to have my revenge on him … and then I wished I hadn’t. What did the papers say?”

“The police are looking for you, Celeste.”

She shivered.

“Yes,” said Oliver. “And on second thoughts I think we had better leave here at dusk. We will not trust to a cab. There would be the driver to consider. He might remember something. I hadn’t thought that we might be seen. I will bring my own carriage and drive it myself. Celeste will arrive at the house just as it is getting dark … this evening. You must go back at once, Rebecca. Tell them you have to stay at Benedict’s house for a night or so and leave as soon as possible. You must be there when Celeste arrives. You have to help her through this. Just get her to bed … send for Benedict … and make sure you stay with her. She’ll show that she wants you there. It is imperative that you play your parts right.”

“Then I must go at once,” I said. “I have to make arrangements to go to the other house and there is not much time if Celeste is coming back this evening.”

He nodded.

I turned to Celeste. “It is going to be all right. It must be there. I’ll be there when you come. Don’t worry.”

“Benedict.

“He will be so glad to see you.”

“He doesn’t want me.”

“He’s changed,” I said. “He has changed with me and he’ll change with you too. All this has changed him.”

She clung to me and it was some seconds before I could extricate myself.

“I’ll take you out now,” said Oliver to me. Then to Celeste: “Be ready. Only a few hours now.”

We descended the stairs.

I turned to Oliver and said: “I shall have to tell Benedict the truth.”

“Why?”

“It won’t work otherwise.”

“But …”

“I must,” I insisted. “He will see that that is the only way to avoid more scandal. There might be holes in the story … there probably are. It sounds wild to me. If he knew … he’d realize the need to play it the way we are doing. He’ll help us.”

“And what will he think of me?”

“At least you helped us in the end.”

“So you would put in a good word for me, would you?”

“I would indeed … and I thank you. In fact, I am most grateful to you.”

“I’d do a lot for you, Rebecca. I know how you wanted this. But at the same time we had to get her back, somehow.”

“So … I shall tell him.”

“If you think you must. I can see how he would probably probe, and he might find something we’d overlooked which would give the whole show away.”

We left The Devil’s Crown and in a short while I was driven back to the Cartwrights’ house.

There was no time to lose. I went to my room and put a few things into a bag. I came downstairs and was relieved to see that Morwenna had returned.

I said: “Morwenna, I want to go to the house … and to my room there. There are a few things I want to get together to take back with me to Manorleigh. It will be easier for me to stay a night or two there.”

“Are you going now?”

“Yes,” I said, “at once. I want to get on with it. I ought to be returning to Manorleigh soon.”

“Will you be all right … none of the family being there?”

“Yes, perfectly all right.”

So it was easier than I thought.

I arrived at the house and told the servants that I would be there for a night or two.

The afternoon seemed long. I thought it would never pass. And then … the knocking was reverberating through the house. I went downstairs. I was standing at the foot of them when the maid opened the door. I heard her give an exclamation of amazement and I hurried forward.

“Celeste!” I cried. “Oh … Celeste!” I rushed at her and embraced her.

She looked pale and quite bewildered. “Rebecca,” she murmured.

I turned to the maid. “Mrs. Lansdon’s come home!” I cried. “She’s here … she’s safe.” I was trying to imagine how I would be feeling if this were a surprise to me.

There were several people in the hall now. They were all staring at Celeste as though she was a ghost. The butler and the housekeeper arrived. I turned to them.

“She’s ill,” I said. “I’m going to get her to bed. Let hot-water bottles be put in the bed. She’s shivering. Get the doctor. Send for Mr. Lansdon. I’ll tell you what to say. Send at once … and for the moment say nothing to anyone …”

I wrote a message. “Come at once. We have astounding news. Very necessary you are here.”

“There must be no mention of Mrs. Lansdon’s return to the outside world as yet,” I said. “We must wait to see how Mr. Lansdon intends to handle this.”

They all listened in awe.

The dignified butler bowed his head. He was the sort of man who would show little emotion in any contingency. I think he saw the wisdom of my reasoning. Nobody wanted the press here until Mr. Lansdon arrived. It was so easy to say something which would be regretted afterwards.

I got her to her room. They were fussing about with hot-water bottles. When they had gone I helped her undress and to get into bed.

I said: “Say little, Celeste. You are doing well. You looked quite bewildered and dazed.”

She replied: “I feel it. Oh Rebecca, I’m so frightened.”

“It’s going to work out. Just say nothing. Don’t answer questions … if they are awkward. We’ll work it out.”

“Benedict …”

“He’ll understand. I shall make him understand.”

“Oh, Rebecca!” She was sobbing in my arms.

“Listen, Celeste,” I said. “This has been a terrible time but it is over now. Everything will be different from now on. I know it.”

She looked at me with a certain confidence and I felt quite humble. I was talking to give myself courage for I was as apprehensive as she was.

The housekeeper tapped on the door. I went outside so that Celeste should not hear what was said.

“The message has been sent off to Manorleigh,” I was told, “and the doctor will be here very soon.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Greaves,” I said. “This has been a terrible business. Mrs. Lansdon has clearly lost her memory.”

“I’ve heard of such cases, Miss Rebecca.”

“She’ll be all right. It is coming back a little now. I gathered that she recognized the house as her home which is a good sign.”

“Poor lady. She must have gone through a good deal.”

“Yes, but we’ll get her better. When Mr. Lansdon comes …”

“Of course, Miss Rebecca. Ah. There’s someone at the door. It must be the doctor.”

I went down to him. I knew him because he had been to the house once or twice before.

I said to him: “A most extraordinary thing has happened. I am sure Mr. Lansdon would not want it known until he himself has had time to deal with the matter. He will be here very shortly for he has been informed. Mrs. Lansdon is here.”

He was taken aback.

“Yes,” I went on. “It appears she lost her memory.”

“So … that is the explanation.”

“Dr. Jennings, I know I can rely on your discretion. It is rather important that no one knows she has come back until Mr. Lansdon is here. In view of his position and all the fuss there has been we should not be able to deal with the press.”

“I see,” said the doctor. “Yes, of course.”