But he was the one who’d brought him; he’d allowed it all to happen. In the end all Worthy did was what the Constable couldn’t do himself, the task he’d been charged to complete. And that, too, was something he’d need to live with.
The house was filled with the smell of fresh bread, the fire burning steadily in the hearth. Mary was sitting in her chair, fingers flitting to and fro as she mended a tear in her old shift.
‘You look tired,’ she said, smiling and extending a hand to him. He took it, feeling her warmth and let out a long, low sigh.
‘Where’s Emily?’
‘She went to bed a little while ago.’
‘Is there anything wrong?’ This was unlike their daughter, and concern flashed through his head.
‘She’s fine. I think she just wanted to read in peace. She’s ready for her own company again. And she swept the whole house. Did a good job of it for once, too.’
‘I feel like I could sleep for a week.’
‘But you know you won’t.’
He laughed. ‘God give me the chance to find out.’
Mary tucked the needle carefully into the fabric. For the first time, he noticed how she’d aged in the last two months. There was more grey in her hair and her face was drawn, clusters of tiny lines around her mouth,
‘Do you want me to come up with you?’ she asked.
‘Yes,’ he told her. ‘I’d like that a lot.’
Thirty-Six
The weather brightened into a perfect English spring, as if all that had gone before had been a taunt. The sun shone and the mud dried hard into ruts on the road.
Nottingham walked up to the Gypsy camp. He’d been there twice before with Sedgwick to see Josh’s progress. He was surprised how much he missed the boy.
‘The woman,’ David Petulengro said as they sat and talked. ‘She gone? Not see her now.’
‘Yes,’ the Constable confirmed. ‘She’s gone. She won’t be coming back.’
Josh was healing well. He’d even put on some weight, filling out the way a young man should. He played with the children at their games, running and laughing in a way Nottingham had never seen in him. For the first time there looked to be real happiness in him. The lad had never had the chance to be a child, the Constable reflected. He deserved that, even if it only lasted a brief time.
‘We leave soon,’ Petulengro said.
‘How soon?’
The man shrugged. ‘Two days, maybe three.’
‘What about Josh?’
‘We ask him what he want to do.’
‘He’s happy here.’
‘We happy he here.’ The Gypsy smiled, eyes warm, his moustache curling.
As he ambled back into the city Nottingham knew in his soul that Josh wouldn’t be returning to work. Leeds had given him little, and what it had offered it had torn away again. The lad would be better off with a new life.
The next day was Sunday, and he went to service at the Parish Church with Mary and Emily. On their way through the churchyard they stopped at Rose’s grave. Emily laid a small posy of early wildflowers on the mound of earth. They stood silent, letting themselves fill with memories for a brief time.
Later, as they walked home, with Emily far in front chattering away with a neighbour’s girl, Mary said,
‘I saw Sarah Rains at the market yesterday.’
He recalled her, the woman who ran the Dame school where his daughters had been educated. ‘How is she?’ he asked.
‘She was telling me that she knows a good family in Headingley that needs a governess for their girls. She thought Emily would be ideal.’
‘Emily?’ he burst out in astonishment. His wayward girl with ambitions as a writer working as a governess?
‘She’s grown up a lot since. . in the last few months, Richard. She’s clever. And she needs something to do with her life.’
‘Have you talked to her about it?’
Mary nodded. ‘She wants the position.’
‘And Mrs Rains vouches for the family?’
‘Yes. I told Emily it was up to you.’
‘I’d want to know more about these people first.’
Mary smiled gently. ‘I suspected that.’
‘But if everything’s fine, I don’t see why not. It could be exactly what she needs.’
On Monday morning there was crisp birdsong in the air and the smell of summer in the wind. Nottingham arrived at the jail with early light. He’d barely settled to his desk when Sedgwick arrived at a run, his face an awkward confusion of disbelief and joy.
‘You won’t believe this, boss.’
The Constable waited, wondering.
‘The night men found the Hendersons in the Aire. They’d drowned.’
‘What, both of them?’
‘Aye, the pair together. They’d fetched up by the bridge, in just their shirts. Their clothes were upstream. Looks like they’d got drunk and gone swimming. The lads said they’d had two complaints about them being rowdy in the inns last night.’
Nottingham shook his head in surprise and pleasure. ‘God works in mysterious ways, eh, John?’
‘I thought you’d be pleased, boss.’ The deputy was grinning. ‘The coroner’s been down and I’m just waiting on some more men to bring the bodies back here. I had to come and tell you.’
‘No need to be too gentle with them.’
‘I wasn’t planning on it.’
He ducked out, going back to his work. For a few minutes the Constable thought about the brothers. Once again he’d been spared the need to act. Slowly he picked up the quill, sharpening the nib with a small knife, and started on his reports.
He’d been scribbling for a while when the door opened and Josh arrived, accompanied by David Petulengro. The lad looked healthy, his face shining, but he was hesitant, setting foot in the jail as if it was a place that scared him. The Constable smiled.
‘You’ve come to say your farewells, haven’t you, lad?’ Nottingham asked.
Josh was taken aback, eyes widening. ‘How did you know, boss?’
‘Don’t you remember? I know everything.’ He laughed. ‘You should have learnt that by now. No,’ he continued, ‘I’ve seen it in you for a while now when I’ve been up at the camp. You’re due some happiness.’
‘I couldn’t go without seeing you, boss. I needed to thank you,’ Josh said simply. ‘For everything.’
The Constable nodded. ‘Have you seen Mr Sedgwick yet?’
‘I visited him and Lizzie last night.’
‘Did he ask you to stay on here?’
‘Yes,’ the boy admitted.
‘Well, for what it’s worth, I think you’re doing the right thing. The best thing. Get away from Leeds. But,’ he added, ‘if you change your mind, I’ve always got a job for you.’
Josh smiled and blushed deep.
‘Where will you go?’
‘We go to the horse fair at Shipley,’ Petulengro interjected. ‘Then up to big gathering in Appleby. You know
