Remarkable Creatures

had the Bible with him. 'All that you see about you is as God set it out in the beginning. He did not create beasts and then get rid of them. That would suggest He had made a mistake, and of course God is all-knowing and incapable of error, is He not?'

'I suppose not,' I conceded.

Reverend Jones' mouth writhed. 'You suppose not?'

'Of course not,' I said quickly. 'I'm sorry; it's just that I am confused. You are saying that everything we see around us is exactly as God created it, are you not? The mountains and seas and rocks and hills--the landscape is as it was at the beginning?'

'Of course.' Reverend Jones looked around at his church, tidy and quiet. 'We are done here, aren't we, Fanny?'

'Yes, Reverend Jones.'

But I was not done. 'So every rock we see is as God created it at the beginning,' I persisted. 'And the rocks came first, as it says in Genesis, before the animals.'

'Yes, yes.' Reverend Jones was becoming impatient, his mouth chewing an imaginary straw.

'If that is the case, then how did the skeletons of animals get inside rocks and become fossils? If the rocks were already created by God before the animals, how is it that there are bodies in the rocks?'

Reverend Jones stared at me, his mouth at last stilled into a tight straight line.

Fanny Miller's forehead was a field of furrows. One of the pews creaked in the stillness.

'God placed the fossils there when He created the rocks, to test our faith,' he responded at last. 'As He is clearly testing yours, Miss Philpot.'

It is my faith in you that is being tested, I thought.

'Now, I really am very late for my dinner,' Reverend Jones continued. He picked up the Bible, a gesture that seemed to suggest he thought I might steal it. 'Do not ask me difficult questions,' he might as well have said.

I never again mentioned fossils to Reverend Jones.

Lord Henley had to wait almost the agreed two years for the crocodile body to emerge. At first when I saw him at church or the Assembly Rooms or on the street, he would shout each time, 'Where's the body? Have you dug it out yet?' I would have to explain that the landslip was still blocking it and could not easily be shifted. He seemed not to understand until Mary and Joseph Anning and I took him one day to see the landslip for himself. He was startled, and also angry. 'No one told me there was this much rock blocking it,' he claimed, stomping at a bubble of clay. 'You've misled me, Miss Philpot, you and the Annings.'

'Indeed no, Lord Henley,' I replied. 'Remember, we said it may take up to two years to clear, and if the body isn't uncovered by then you will get the skull regardless.'

He was still angry, and would not listen, but mounted the grey horse he rode everywhere and galloped back up the beach, spraying water.

It was Molly Anning who reined in Lord Henley. She did little but let him rant.

When he had run out of words and breath, she said, 'You want your three pounds back, I'll give it you now. There be plenty of others lined up to buy that skull, and for a better price too. Here, take your money.' She reached into her apron pocket as if she had anything other than air in it, the money being long spent. Of course Lord Henley backed down. I envied Molly her confidence with such a man, though I didn't tell her, for she would have responded with a scornful, 'And I envy you your one hundred and fifty pounds per year.'

Eventually Lord Henley's pursuit of the crocodile died down. It requires patience to look for fossils. Only Mary and William Lock and I remained attentive, checking the landslip after every storm and spring tide. Mary tried to get there first, but sometimes William Lock slipped in before her.

Mercifully, a fever kept the hostler abed and got Mary and me out early the day she found it. A huge storm had lasted two days, and was too fierce for anyone to venture out during it. On the third morning I woke at dawn to a strange quiet, and knew. I left my warm bed, dressed quickly, threw on my cloak and bonnet and hurried out.

The sun was just a sliver off Portland, and the beach was empty but for a familiar figure in the distance. As I got to the end of Church Cliffs I could see the landslip was gone, the storm having scrubbed clean the beach as if expecting a special guest. Mary had climbed up onto the ledge the hole made and was hammering at the cliff. When I called to her she turned. 'It's here, Miss Philpot! I found it!' she cried, jumping from the ledge.

We smiled at each other. For this brief moment, before all the fuss began, we savoured the solitude of the dawn, and the purity of finding treasure together.