Виктория Холт - The Captive

“Your favourite ride,” he said.

“I believe old Snowdrop goes there automatically with out waiting for instructions. I think you have a morbid mind and are fascinated by that murder.”

“It’s a pleasant road,” I said.

That day I really did feel that I was making progress. We were a few miles from Upbridge and had decided we would turn back or we should be late for lunch. We could go on and have something at The Sailor King, but as we had not mentioned that we should not be back, we thought we had better return.

We were passing along a narrow winding road when we turned a bend and saw right ahead of us a shepherd with a flock of sheep blocking the road. We pulled up and watched and as we did so a rider came up behind us. It was a young woman of remarkable good looks. Her black riding hat was set jauntily on her red hair and her long green eyes, heavily black-lashed, regarded us with the amused look people usually wear when confronted by such an obstruction.

“The hazards of country life,” she said.

“Which we must accept,” replied Lucas.

“Have you come far?”

“From Trecorn Manor.”

“Oh … you must be Mr. Lorimer who was shipwrecked.”

The very same. And this is Miss Cranleigh who was shipwrecked at the same time. “

“How interesting! I’m Mirabel Perrivale.”

“How nice to meet you. Lady Perrivale.”

I was so overcome that I could only marvel. She was decidedly beautiful. I could imagine how impressed they must all have been when she came among them.

“Thank the sheep,” she said.

“Oh hello … they’re nearly off the road.”

We moved forward. At the end of the lane the road branched in two directions. She took the one to the left; we turned right.

“Good day,” we said and she had gone.

“What a beautiful woman,” I said.

“So she is Mirabel… the femme fatale.”

“And looks the part, you must admit.”

“I do. Indeed, I could do nothing else. How strange to meet her like that.”

“Not really. She lives close by.”

“And when you mentioned Trecorn she knew who you were.”

“Well, I’m as notorious in my way as she is in hers. The survival of a shipwreck is worthy of a little notice … it’s not like being concerned in a murder case, it’s true, but still it is something.”

When we reached Trecorn Manor one of the grooms came running out.

“There’s been an accident,” he said.

“Accident?” cried Lucas.

“Who?”

“It’s Mrs. Lorimer. The trap … they’ve just brought her back.”

It was a house of mourning.

Early that day Theresa had been full of life, now she was dead. We were all too stunned to take in this tragic truth.

Apparently she had paid her visit to Mrs. Gregory and delivered her gifts; she had chatted with her for an hour and then left. On her way to Mason’s farm she had taken the hilly path. It was a road she had taken many times and had not been considered dangerous. But there had been heavy rain and there was a sudden fall of earth from the hillside. It must have fallen right in front of the horse, which took fright and bolted, taking the trap down the slope into the valley below. And thus Theresa had been killed and Trecorn Manor had become a tragic household.

Felicity said to me: “I’m glad we’re here. Not that we can do anything to comfort Carleton. They were so happy together … so suited … and what on Earth will he do now?”

“Poor, poor Carleton. He is too shocked to realize fully what has happened. Do you think we should stay awhile?”

“Well, I suppose we must wait a bit. We couldn’t discuss anything with them at the moment. Perhaps after the funeral … bet’s wait and see how things go.”

When the opportunity came I asked Lucas if he thought we should go.

“Oh, not yet, please,” he said.

“My poor brother is in a state of numbed misery. I don’t think he can accept what’s happened just yet.

We have to think of him first of all. He relied on her more than even he realized. They were quite devoted to each other. I’m afraid we all took Theresa too much for granted . her good nature . her unselfishness . her way of playing down all the good she did to us all. We now see what a wonderful person she was. Carleton has been lucky . but that means it is going to be so much worse for him to face up to what he has lost. He’ll miss her every minute of the day.

We shall all miss her terribly . please don’t go yet, Rosetta. “

“James will have to go back to his work.”

“Yes … and he’ll be coming here soon to collect you.”

I nodded.

“But that doesn’t mean you have to go.”

“But of course I shall have to go with them. I shall have to leave when they do.”

“I can’t see why. You haven’t work to get back to.”

“I… I don’t think I should be wanted here … at a time like this.”

“That’s nonsense. I know your presence will help.”

I told Felicity what he had said.

“He’s right,” was her verdict.

“You’ve made a difference to him. I think you’ve been able to talk to him about that terrible time.”

“But I couldn’t stay here without you.”

She wrinkled her brows.

“I dare say your Aunt Maud would think you ought to go home. But, after all, I don’t see why you shouldn’t stay on a little. James will have to go back, of course, and I shall go with him.”

It was left at that and very soon after James arrived. His shock was great and by this time we were all learning something of the enormity of the tragedy which had overtaken this house.

Nanny Crockett said: “The place will never be the same again. Mrs. Lorimer was the one who saw it all went like clockwork. This is going to make a very big difference. But it’s the children I’m most worried about. They’re going to miss their mother. Oh, they’ve got me and they’ve got you now, but by golly, they are going to miss her. She was always in and out of the nursery. They used to wait for her visits. I don’t know what this is going to do to them.”

It was such a sad time. I was so desperately sorry for Carleton. He walked about like a man in a bewildered dream. Lucas said it was impossible to discuss anything. He could only talk about Theresa.

Lucas himself was deeply affected.

“This is the worst thing that could have happened to Carleton,” he said.

“I’ve been a selfish brute moaning about my own troubles … telling myself he was the lucky one everything fell to him and so on … and now there he is … there’s no comforting him.”

I was dreading the funeral. People came to the church from all over the neighbourhood. This was genuine mourning. Theresa had been loved and respected by so many.

Nanny Crockett kept the children in the nursery. I wondered what they were thinking as I listened to the dismal tolling of the bell. I thought of Simon who, years before, had heard a similar bell. To him it had meant the sound of doom, the loss of Angel and the plummeting into the unknown.

When everybody had left and the house was quiet, I went up to the nursery. Nanny Crockett was dressed in deep black. She shook her head sadly.

“They keep asking questions,” she said.

“What do you tell such little ones? They don’t understand.

“She’s gone to Heaven,” I say.

“When will she be back?” they ask.

“Well,” I say, “when people go to Heaven they stay a little while.”

Jennifer said, “It would be bad manners to go away too soon, wouldn’t it?” I nearly broke down. Then she said, “She’s having tea with God, I think, and the angels will be there.” It breaks your heart. “

The children had heard us and came running out.