Joe scrambled closer and knelt down beside her, his craggy face white. He could hardly see for tears himself. ‘No. No, baby, no.’ Tearing off his gloves, he reached past her and gently he took Cissy’s wrist in his own. It was cold. ‘Ciss? Ciss, my love? Come on.’ His fingers were rough and split, no good for this sort of thing. Persistently he felt all over her wrist, pressing the soft cold skin until suddenly he felt a faint flutter.
‘She’s not dead, Sue.’ He was trembling as much as his daughter. ‘Nearly, but not quite. Help me lift her. We’ll get her into the back of the Land Rover.’
He scooped her up into his arms as though she were no weight at all, and slipping and sliding, carried her back to the track. The open back was full of old tools and sacks and bits of twine. ‘Hop in, Susie. Take your Mum’s head in your lap. Keep her comfy.’ His calmness now that there was something to do was infectious. Susie obeyed him, sitting on the floor, pulling sacks over her mother’s inert body.
Joe walked back to the driving seat and pulled himself into it. One look at the steep, icy track down which he had slithered only minutes before told him they were unlikely to make it back that way. ‘I reckon we’ll take her down to Redall. Diana will know what to do to keep her comfy. She used to be a nurse. Then if their phone is still not working I’ll get back on the back lane to phone for an ambulance. Hold her now, Susie my love. You’d almost got there, you know. We’re only a few hundred yards from Redall.’
He refused to consider the possibility that she might be dead. He had felt a pulse. He was sure of it. Letting in the clutch with infinite care he dragged the Land Rover back onto the track and headed on down towards the farmhouse.
Diana had seen them coming, but not until Joe emerged from behind the wheel did she open the front door. ‘Joe? Thank God! Where are the police? Are they coming?’
‘The police?’ Joe shook his head, preoccupied with his own sorrow. ‘I haven’t called them yet, nor the ambulance. I reckoned I’d leave her here with you and try and get back up through a side track. It’s all too slippery up there even for this old girl.’ He slapped the vehicle with a gnarled hand as he walked round the back and tenderly lifted Cissy out.
‘Cissy!’ Diana cried. ‘What’s wrong with her?’ Behind her Roger rose wearily to his feet. He peered over her shoulder.
‘We crashed the Range Rover.’ Susie scrambled out after her mother. ‘She’s dead. I know she’s dead!’ She burst into tears again.
‘Bring her in. Quickly.’ Diana glanced out into the darkness of the woods. Dusk was coming early. The snow was feathering down out of a bruised, blackened sky. The woods were silent.
‘Put her down on the sofa.’ She stared down at Cissy’s white face, and then, as Joe had done, reached for her wrist. ‘Where are Paddy and Kate? Didn’t you see them?’
More practised than Joe, she found a pulse almost at once. It was faint but steady.
Behind them Greg emerged from the study. Quietly he shut the front door and bolted it. The candles in the living room flickered.
Standing around the sofa Greg, Roger, Susie and Joe stared down at the still figure lying there. Diana sat beside her, cautiously running her hands over her still form, refraining from any comment about the way Joe had manhandled his wife out of the Land Rover. If her neck or back were injured it was too late to say anything now. There were bruises on her face, a cut on her lip – please God that was where the blood was coming from – livid bruises on Cissy’s shoulders and ribs as Diana opened her blouse.
‘Joe, I think you should go back and phone for an ambulance now,’ Greg said as he watched his mother’s hands. ‘And we need the police. Somebody has beaten Bill Norcross to death.’
The action of Joe’s jaw lifted his scalp until his whole face seemed to slip back in surprise, but still he did not take his eyes off his wife. ‘You reckon they attacked Cissy?’ He looked at Greg at last, a deep flush spreading up from his neck across his face.
‘No, Dad. We skidded. There was a man -’ Susie stopped short.
‘A man?’ Greg turned to scrutinise her face.
‘What man, Susie?’ Joe grabbed her and turned her to face him. ‘You didn’t say anything about a man.’
‘He… he appeared in front of us.’ Susie started crying again. ‘Mummy jammed on the brakes and we began to spin round. I banged my head on the window.’
‘What did he look like, Susie?’ Greg kept his voice gentle.
‘He was dressed in a long cloak thing. He had a sword…’
‘A sword!’ As Greg and Diana looked at each other Joe’s words were an incredulous echo.
‘And you saw no sign of Kate or Patrick?’ Diana was feeling down each of Cissy’s legs. Nothing broken there at least.
‘No.’ Susie shook her head violently.
‘They had a gun,’ Greg put in.
‘I think I heard a gun going off,’ Susie broke free of her father’s hands and went to kneel beside her mother. ‘Just after the crash. There was a big bang.’
Diana closed her eyes briefly. Somehow she managed to keep her hands steady as she took the rug which Greg handed her and pulled it up over Cissy’s inert form. Standing up she turned to Joe. ‘You must go and get help, Joe. We’ll look after her as best we can but she needs a doctor. I think she’s only bruised, but she might be concussed. She must have an X-ray.’
‘But she’ll be all right?’ Joe looked down at her miserably. He felt lost and abandoned.
‘I hope so.’ Diana smiled at him; she rested a hand on his arm. ‘Susie can stay here; I’ll take care of them both, Joe, I promise.’
He nodded. For a moment he hesitated self-consciously, wanting to stoop and kiss his wife, then awkwardly he turned away.
Greg hopped after him. In the hallway he spoke in low, urgent tones. ‘Joe, there’s a maniac out there. Be careful for God’s sake. Paddy and Kate set out hours ago to ring from your place. Keep your eyes open for them, and tell the police what’s happened.’
Joe nodded curtly. He reached out to open the door. ‘You take care of them all here.’
‘I will, don’t worry.’ The grimness of Greg’s tone was reassuring.
Joe paused on the doorstep. The world was totally silent, wrapped in whirling snow. For a moment he hesitated, unwilling to cross the few yards of white ground to his Land Rover, then shaking his head, he strode forward, hearing Greg bolt the door behind him.
Walking round to the back he reached in over the tail gate for his gun, wedged into clips which had been screwed onto the vehicle’s frame. Wrenching it free he pushed back the lid on the box which sat beneath the side seat. His cartridges were there; left after the last shoot. He could lose his licence for carelessness like that, but who was to know. Almost kissing them he stuffed them into the baggy pocket of his jacket and climbed behind the wheel. Laying the gun on the seat next to him he reached for the key which he had left in the ignition, his eyes on the windscreen which was blanked out with snow.
The key clicked uselessly.
He turned it again and again without success. Behind him the door of the house opened again. Greg had obviously been watching from the study window. ‘What’s wrong?’ His voice was muffled by the snow.’
‘Darned battery’s flat. Hold on, I’ll try the starting handle.’ He climbed out, glad that someone else was there. The silence of the woods was becoming oppressive.
The metal was cold through his gloves as he inserted it and swung it round. The engine remained dead. ‘Damned bloody thing!’ He tried again, feeling the sweat start on his forehead.
Behind him Greg was watching the trees. He could feel his skin prickling with fear. Someone – or something – was watching them. He was sure of it. ‘Joe,’ he called quietly. ‘Joe, bring the gun and get in here.’
‘I’ll just give it one more try.’
‘No, Joe. Don’t bother. Grab your gun and come in.’
There was something in the urgency of Greg’s tone which stopped Joe in his tracks. He straightened. He could feel it too now, a building panic crawling across him. Leaving the handle where it was he reached in and grabbed the shotgun, then turning, he sprinted the few yards back to the farm house. Greg slammed the door behind him and threw the bolts across. Both men stood for a moment in the small hallway and listened. There was no sound from outside. ‘You reckon he’s out there?’ Joe whispered.
Greg nodded.
