The Frost Fair

    She saw his furrowed brow. 'This case is troubling you badly.'

    'No more than any other,' he said, trying to make light of it. 'I've been a constable for too many years to let the work distress me.'

    'You do not fool me, Jonathan Bale. You hardly slept a wink last night.'

    'How do you know?'

    'How do you think I know?' she said, kissing the top of his head. 'Something is keeping you awake and it's not difficult to guess what it is. You are worried.'

    'I'm confused, Sarah.'

    'Why?'

    'I find it hard to explain.'

    'Did it make you feel better when you went to see Mr Redmayne?'

    'In one way.'

    'And what was that?'

    'I let him see that I was concerned for him,' he explained. 'I know what a shock it can be to someone when a member of the family is arrested for a serious crime. They are dazed by it. Mr Redmayne was grateful. I was pleased about that.' He glanced up at her. 'But the truth is that he thinks that his brother is innocent and I do not. It makes me feel so uneasy Sarah. He asks me for my help yet I'm trying to find evidence to convict Henry Redmayne.'

    'And is he guilty?'

    'I think so.'

    'Think? You were almost certain at first.'

    'The case is not as straightforward as I imagined.'

    'Then they could have arrested the wrong person?'

    'No,' he said firmly. 'He's all but confessed to his brother.'

    'Then why does Mr Redmayne fight to clear his name?'

    'It's what anyone would do in his position, Sarah. I do not blame him for that.'

    'Was he hurt because you did not support him?'

    'Deeply,' said Jonathan with a sigh. 'I think that he was counting on me.'

    'Are you still friends?'

    'I hope so.'

    'What if his brother is convicted?'

    'That's what troubles me most, Sarah. I'd hate to lose Mr Redmayne's friendship but there may be no way to stop that happening. He turned to me and I let him down. I feel that it's a kind of betrayal.'

    'You could never betray anyone.'

    'Then why does my conscience keep me awake at night?'

    'Only you know that, Jonathan.'

    She put an affectionate arm around his shoulders. Sarah was very concerned. Ordinarily, her husband was a strong, reliable, phlegmatic man who remained cool in any crisis. She knew that his work as a constable must have confronted him with serious dangers and hideous sights, yet he took them all in his stride without the slightest murmur of complaint. For once, however, he was unable to hide his suffering. Sarah cast around for a way to ease his pain

    'How often have you met Mr Redmayne's brother?' she asked.

    'Often enough.'

    'You do not like the man, do you?'

    'I do not approve of any person who lives that kind of life.'

    'What do you mean?'

    'He's proud, selfish and given to the pursuit of pleasure.'

    'Then he's not like his brother at all.'

    'No, Sarah,' he replied. 'He's an embarrassment to Mr Redmayne, even more so now. I think that he's sainted the way that he's standing by him. It must be galling for him to see his brother locked away in prison.'

    'It must be even more galling for his brother.'

    'A man has to pay for his crime.'

    'But he's not been convicted yet,' she argued. 'Have you spoken to him?'

    'Why should I do that?'

    'Well, it might give you a better idea if he's guilty or not.'

    'Henry Redmayne has no wish to talk to me, Sarah.'

    'How can he prevent you? As an officer of the law, you have a right to see him.'

    'He's already been questioned.'

    'But not by you,' she pointed out. 'You have to act on the opinion of others. It's unlike you not to question him, Jonathan. You prefer to dig around for yourself.'

    'That's unnecessary in this case.'

    'When a man's life is at stake? I'd have thought it very necessary.'

    'Sarah-'

    'Think how grateful Mr Redmayne would be.'

    He was checked. 'What?'

    'It would show that you were trying to hear both sides.'

    Jonathan became pensive. He was irritated that his wife was arguing with him but honest enough to admit that she was making an important point. In accepting the probability of Henry Redmayne's guilt, he had denied the man the right to defend himself and left contact with the prisoner to his brother. He recalled that Martin Crenlowe had also visited Newgate to offer succour to his friend.

    Yet Jonathan had deliberately kept away from the prison. He sought to justify his decision.

    'It would be a waste of time, Sarah.'

    'Why?'

    'Henry Redmayne dislikes me. He'd never let me near him.'

    'Things may have changed since he's been in there. You've often told me how glad prisoners are to have any visitors. It means that someone is thinking about them.'

    'I'd not be there as a visitor. He'd see me as an enemy.'

    'Even though he knows you are a friend of his brother?'

    'Mr Redmayne might not wish me to go.'

    'Have you asked him?'

    'No, Sarah.'

    'Then why not do so? He might even want the two of you to go together.'

    'That would be different,' he conceded.

    'He'll not refuse the offer. Besides,' she went on, 'you are much more used to visiting a prison than he is. You've been to Newgate dozens of times. You know some of the turnkeys there. Talk to them about Mr Redmayne's brother.'

    Jonathan hesitated. His wife's advice was sound yet he found it difficult to accept. He was afraid that he would be spurned by Henry Redmayne and that his visit would simply widen the rift between him and the prisoner's brother. On the other hand, he knew the value of studying a man who was behind bars. The way that a suspect bore himself in custody could give a strong indication of his guilt or innocence. A word with the turnkeys who looked after Henry Redmayne might be profitable. It was worth trying. After making his decision, Jonathan stood up and wrapped his arms gratefully around his wife.

    'Where would I be with you to counsel me, Sarah?'

    'I do not do it for your benefit,' she said with a smile, 'but for my own. If you stay awake at night, then so do I. And we both need our sleep.'

       Exhaustion had finally got the better of Henry Redmayne. His body had been drained of all its powers of resistance. Even the pervading stench and nocturnal pandemonium of Newgate could not keep him awake. He lay on the straw and went off into oblivion. It was only when the turnkey shook him hard next morning that he opened his eyes.