Philippa Carr: Pool of St. Branok

May 1st: The papers are full of it. They all write of him with hatred. I cannot stay here. I told Mrs. Bonner that I was too shocked. I had regarded him as a friend. For once she understood. I said I had to get away. I gave her my notice. I would leave in a month. She would find someone else. It had been a terrible blow. She would never have another tutor. She would have a governess for both of the children. If I cared to take that on … I said, “No, I must get away.” I do not know what I shall do.

May 13th: He is going on trial for murder. It is a foregone conclusion. They have already proved his guilt. The papers have raked over his past and found that he was involved in another inquiry concerning the death of a girl in similar circumstances. Nothing was proved against him and he had gone free. If he had not, suggested the paper, would little Carrie Carson be alive today? He will die and that is more than I can bear. They are going to allow me to see him.

May 20th: I have been to Bodmin Jail. It was not easy to talk to him. There were people watching all the time. He talked in a low voice.

He said: “Help me. I’ll get away before the trial … We’ll be together ever after … We’ll get out of the country. Bring me something … a knife … bring me a knife … I’ll fight my way out. We’ll go away. Think about it. I love you, Wilhelmina, I’ll always love you.”

I said: “I’ll always love you, Mervyn.”

May 29th: Tomorrow I am leaving. I have made my plans. I shall get down to the coast. I think it would be a good idea to get a post not far from the prison. I shall be able to see him and tell him where. I am quite excited. I am making all sorts of plans. I am glad I kept this dairy. I shall always know how I felt … at the beginning … during those wonderful, wonderful days. It is something I shall want to live through again and again. I have seen clearly that I love Mervyn no matter what he has done. I suppose that is true love. I cannot lose him. I shall do everything I can to help him escape from prison and when he does he will know how much I love him. It will show him more than anything else ever could. I will cure him. I will. I know I can. I know he is not evil … deep down. People in the past were possessed by devils. That is what has happened to Mervyn. I am going to look after him. I am going to make him the man he was intended to be and we shall live happily ever after somewhere right away … perhaps out of England and in time we shall forget all this.

There the diary ended.

I was very thoughtful. I slept little that night. I could scarcely wait for Justin to call next morning.

He came as he had said he would.

“Why did you give me this to read?” I asked.

“Because I thought you might be in danger.”

“This diary …”

“I must explain. I was passing the house when she was leaving. I went to say goodbye to her. She shook hands with me and said she wanted to get away after all that had happened. She looked ill and shocked. I had guessed there was something between her and that man. She was getting her bags into the dogcart. No one was helping her so I gave a hand. When she had gone, I found the diary lying at my feet. It had evidently fallen from one of her bags. I picked it up and looked at it. I saw what it contained and decided I would keep it. You’ve guessed who she is?”

I nodded. “Grace,” I said.

“Exactly.”

“I remember how you spoke to us in the park when you called her Wilhelmina Burns.”

He looked at me very seriously for a few seconds. “It has cost me a great deal to tell you this,” he said. “I am afraid I don’t come out in a very good light. I wouldn’t like Morwenna to know. I do trust you. You never told about my cheating at cards.”

“What good would that do? It would only hurt her.”

“Thanks, Angelet. I’ll make a clean confession. I was living by the cards.”

“Cheating at them, you mean?”

“Winning eighty per cent of the time. One lost a little to win confidence.”

“I see. It was a profession with you.”

“I was the ne’er-do-well relation of the vicar of Crompton. I used to go round visiting houses like that once, but there comes an end to that sort of thing. So I came to London. Then I saw Wilhelmina in the park. I recognized her at once. Of course, she was living under a different name. Miss Grace Gilmore. I think her name had been mentioned once or twice in the papers when there were a few details about the house where Mervyn Duncarry was working. She obviously did not want to be connected with that. Well, I met her in the park. I told her I had the diary. She was very upset. I asked her about you and Morwenna. The truth is I blackmailed her. I knew her connection with the murderer. He’d got away … and she had helped him. She was very frightened and I was getting tired of the life I was living. One slip and you are finished forever … blackballed from all the London clubs. It hadn’t happened but it was always a possibility. I wanted a more secure living. Marriage with an heiress seemed a good plan. She told me about Morwenna’s parents and her unsuccessful season. I liked Morwenna from the start, I really did. It was easy to see she was innocent … gullible.

“Oh, how could you!” I cried.

“I’ll make no excuses. I was like that. But let me tell you this, Angelet, I’m changing. I want to be different … respectable … I want to be what Morwenna thinks I am. And then there is the boy.”

“So that little incident … the boy with the purse … that was arranged?”

He nodded.

“And then your courtship? The elopement?”

He nodded again.

“I suppose you thought an elopement was the best way. Once you were actually married they would have to accept you. You didn’t want long preliminaries which might result in inquiries.”

“I know I’m unworthy but I swear to you that I love Morwenna and the boy. I’m trying, Angelet. I haven’t touched the cards … well only once or twice … since that showdown with Gervaise. But I am changing. I’m different. I like my work. I like my parents-in-law. I want to be a good husband and father. Morwenna thinks I am that already … so perhaps I’m almost there.”

“I think you are, Justin. You must forget the card sharping. It won’t do any good for anyone to know about it.”

“That’s what I think. I want to forget my past. I’m trying and I want to be what Morwenna thinks I always have been.”

“And what of Grace … Wilhelmina …”

“She’s a strong woman.”

“Why did you show me the diary?” I asked. “Why didn’t you give it back to her? What has she done? I’ve read it. All she did was love this man.”

“Why did she change her name?”

“Because she wanted to get away from all that.”

“She settled in I gathered and beguiled you all. She went to the Crimea.”

“She was a nurse. I have the utmost admiration for those women.”

“She went out to marry rich Jonnie and she came back comfortably off.”

“It was a legal marriage. Uncle Peter checked on that. There is no reason why she should not forget her past … as you will.”

“They discovered the body of that man in the pool, remember?”

“I do remember,” I said vehemently.

“How did he get there? How did he die? It was so near the place where she was staying.”

I did not answer.

He went on: “Enough of him. He’s out of the picture. She’s a clever woman … a scheming woman. She has some money now … not as much as she would like. She is looking for a rich husband. She wants to be a social hostess. I can see it clearly … I was interested in her the moment I saw her. You know whom she has her eyes on now, don’t you?”