Reality flooded back, and he straightened up, turning the key. 'I'm fine, Miz Winn. It was the lock, bit stiff I
think. There, that's got it. Ladies first!'
It was a proper old seafarer's room, all shipshape and Bristol fashion, as the saying goes. Captain Winn had
been a meticulous man, always storing things tidily. Framed certificates and merit awards, alongside pictures of
various ships, carefully posed crews, and the captain himself depicted with groups of his numerous friends, hung in
even lines on the walls. There was a brass-railed table, which had once graced a ship's cabin. On it stood a sextant and
a globe.
In a corner a polished shell case stood, serving as a receptacle for some rolled-up charts and a couple of walking
canes with carved heads. A rolltop desk took up most of another corner. Beside it were two sea chests. One was a
beautiful example of carved Burmese teak, inlaid with mother-of-pearl and custard-colored ebony. The other was a
plain, black, naval-issue, officer's steamer case, with the name 'Captain Rodney Winn. R.N.' neatly painted on it in
white enamel.
Mrs. Winn had to remove some interesting specimens of conch and nautilus shells from the top of the desk
before she could open it. From a tiny drawer she took two keys, one plain and serviceable, the other very ornate, with
a red silk tassel hanging from it. She unlocked the two chests, handing over the keys to Ben.
'All the captain's personal papers are in the desk and these two boxes. When you finish up here, make sure you
lock everything up and put the keys back, Ben. I don't want to rummage through all this. Too many memories. Far too
many ghosts for someone of my age. Hmm, I'll have to come up here tomorrow and have a good dust around. Captain
Winn couldn't abide dust, hated it! Oh, would you like to see something, lad? Take a look at this.'
She opened a wall cupboard, which was actually a built-in wardrobe. All the captain's uniforms, from
ceremonial dress to everyday duty, were hung from a rail. Below, on shelves, his accoutrements were
displayed—white gloves, cotton and wool for different climates, leather ones for formal occasions. Various ties,
cravats and bows, medals bars, ribbons, stars, and other decorations were placed with care alongside gold- braid sleeve
bands. Most of all, Ben admired a magnificent Royal Navy captain's sword and sheath, complete with gold tassels. He
turned to comment on it to Mrs. Winn, but she had gone.
Ned's thought confirmed this. 'She's gone downstairs, looking rather sad, too. What a good woman. Wouldn't it
be nice if we could stay here for good, Ben. You remember that saying, there's no place like home. I'm beginning to
realize what it means. I really like it here.'
The lad sat down on the carpet, next to his friend, and stroked beneath his chin as he passed back a wistful
thought. 'I know what you mean, pal, but you know as well as I do, when the time comes to move on we've no option
but to go.'
They sat in silence for a moment, imagining what it would be like if they were ordinary mortals, growing older,
growing up, staying in one place, living a normal life.
The big Lab broke the spell by butting Ben in the stomach and playfully knocking him flat on his back. 'Come
on, shipmate, aren't we supposed to be helping Miz Winn save her home and land by searching the room for clues?'
Ben opened the captain's chest. 'This looks as good a place to start as any.'
The Royal Navy chest was literally crammed with old dispatches, charts, and long-out-of-date yellowed
newspapers, all in careful order.
Ben flipped through them, Ned watching him rather impatiently. 'Anything of value there, Ben?'
The boy looked up from his task. 'Not really, it's all like a record of Captain Winn's career, admiralty orders,
sea blockade plans, and these newspapers. Look, 1854, war declared against Russia by Britain and France. September
fourteenth, the Allied armies landing in the Crimea, the siege of Sevastopol. It goes on and on, British history, right
through the Indian Mutiny, up to Africa and the Zulu wars in the late 1870s. No family history here that would help us.
Let's have a look at this fancy trunk.'
He opened the carved chest. This looked more interesting at first glance, it had a fragrance of flowers, rose and
lilac. Fine, dark red tissue paper separated the contents. Ben unpacked it and found a Chinese dragon- embroidered
gown, bundles of letters tied with blue silk ribbon, a huge family Bible, a child's crayon drawings of landscapes and
people, signed laboriously with the name James Winn, and photographs, some in cardboard frames bordered by hearts
and doves.
Ben spread these on the carpet and studied them. 'Hmm, what a handsome couple. Young Lieutenant Winn and
his fiancee, Winifred, taken on the seafront at Brighton. Some wedding photographs, a picture of this house with Miz
Winn standing in the garden. Here's another of them both with a baby carriage that must have been taken when their
son Jim was born. Winnie wasn't joking when she said there were lots of memories here. What d'you think, Ned?'
The Labrador turned over a packet of letters with his nose. 'Shall we take a look at these? There's lots of 'em.'
Ben shook his head. 'No, they're love letters from when the captain and Winnie were courting. We don't want to
pry into personal things like that. They're far too private.' He set the letters to one side. 'Well, I think we'd better take
a look in the desk. There doesn't seem to be anything that can help us here.'
Ned gazed reprovingly at his friend. 'Except the Bible!'
Ben did not catch his dog's drift for a moment. 'The Bible?'
The Labrador placed his paw on the volume. 'Aye, Ben, the good book—every family should have one.
