“Oh … the murderer got away. I don’t think they ever caught him.”
“He was smarter than the police,” added Mrs. Harlow.
“I remember now,” said Mr. Dolland.
“It all comes back to me. It was Simon Perrivale … adopted when he was a child. He shot the brother.
There was a woman, I believe. Jealousy and all that. “
“I know you keep newspaper cuttings, Mr. Dolland. Do you have any of that case?”
“Oh, it’s only theatre things he cuts out,” said Mrs. Harlow.
“This play and that… and what actor and actress. That’s right, ain’t it, Mr. Dolland?”
“Yes,” replied Mr. Dolland.
“That’s what I keep. What did you want to know about the case, Miss Rosetta?”
“Oh … I just wondered if you kept cuttings, that’s all. I knew you had albums . you see, it was just before I went away . ” I trailed off.
Glances passed between them.
“Oh, I reckon that’s all done with now,” said Mrs. Harlow, as though soothing a child.
“The police never close a case,” added Mr. Dolland.
“Not till they’ve found the murderer and it’s settled and done with. They keep it on their files, as they say. One of these days they’ll catch up with him.
He’ll make a false step. Perhaps only one is needed, and then hey presto . they’ve got him. “
“They do say,” said Mrs. Harlow, ‘that murderers can never resist coming back to the scene of the crime. That’s what this Simon whatever-his-name-is will do one of these days. You can bet your life on it. “
Would he ever come back? I wondered.
What could I do? I had only this wild dream that I should prove his innocence and then he could come back without fear. He would know freedom again and we should be together.
Several weeks had passed. After living in perpetual fear and apprehension, the predictably peaceful days seemed to go on interminably.
Aunt Maud tried to interest me in household matters-all the things which it was good for a girl to know. She believed firmly that it was her duty to do what my parents had failed to: prepare me for my marriage. I must learn how to deal with servants. My manner towards them left much to be desired. It was necessary, of course, to maintain a certain friendliness but it should be aloof. I was too familiar and it encouraged them to be so with me. One could not blame them. What I needed was a mixture of indiscernible condescension, amiability without familiarity, so that, however friendly one felt towards them, the line between up-and downstairs was never allowed to slip. She did not blame me. Others were responsible. But there was no reason why I should continue in this unsatisfactory strain. I must first of all learn how to deal with servants. I should listen to her, Aunt Maud, ordering the meals; I might be present on one or two occasions when she paid her daily visit to the kitchen. I must try to improve my needlework and practise more on the pianoforte. She hinted at music lessons. Soon, she told me she would launch her scheme, for bringing people to the house.
I wrote to Felicity.
“Please, Felicity, I want to get away. If you could invite me … soon.”
There was an immediate reply.
“Come when you can. Oxford and the Graftons await you.”
“I am going to stay awhile with Felicity,” I told Aunt Maud.
She smiled smugly. With Felicity I should meet young men . the right sort of young men. It did not matter from which spot the scheme was launched. Operation Marriage could begin just as well in Oxford as in Bloomsbury.
To arrive in Oxford was an exciting experience. I had always loved what little I had seen of it. that most romantic of cities standing where the Cherwell and the Thames Isis here meet, its towers and spires reaching to the sky, its air of indifference to the workaday world. I loved the city, but what was most pleasant was to be with Felicity.
The Graftons had a house near Broad Street close to Balliol, Trinity and Exeter Colleges, not far from the spot where the martyrs Ridley and Latimer were burned to death for their religious opinions. The past was all around one and I found peace from Aunt Maud’s efficiency and the far from subtle care which everyone in the house seemed determined to bestow upon me.
With Felicity it was different. She understood me better than the others. She knew that there were secrets which I could not bring myself to discuss. Perhaps she thought I should one day. In any case she was perceptive enough to know that she must wait for me to do so and make no attempt to prise them from me.
James was tactful and charming and the children provided a great diversion. Jamie chattered quite a lot; he showed me his picture-books and proudly pointed out a pussycat and a train. Flora regarded me suspiciously for a while, but eventually decided that I was harmless and condescended to sit on my lap.
The day after I arrived Felicity said: “When I knew you were coming I wrote to Lucas Lorimer. I said how delighted we should be if he came for a visit and I guessed you and he might have something to talk about.”
“Has he accepted?” I asked. ^ “Not yet. When I saw him before, he clearly did not want to talk of his adventures. It may be that he will be afraid it will bring it all back too painfully.”
“I should like to see him.”
“I know. That’s why I asked him.”
All that day I thought of his being taken ashore to board the corsairs’ galley and that moment on the island when they had seemed to hesitate whether to take him or not. I had seen very little of him after that.
What had happened to him? How had he got away when Simon and I had been sold into slavery? Yet he . maimed as he was. had eluded his captors as we had been unable to.
There was so much I wanted to ask him.
The next day we were at breakfast when the mail was brought in.
Felicity seized on a letter, opened it, read it, smiled and looked up waving it.
“It’s from Lucas,” she said.
“He’s coming tomorrow. I’m so glad. I thought he would want to see you. Aren’t you pleased, Rosetta?”
“Yes. I am delighted.”
She looked at me anxiously.
“I dare say it will be a little upsetting, perhaps …”
“I don’t know. We’re both safe now.”
“Yes, but what an experience! Yet I am sure it is better for you both to meet and talk openly. It doesn’t do to bottle these things up.”
“I shall look forward so much to seeing him.”
Felicity sent the carriage to the station to meet him. James went with it. We had debated whether we should both go too, but we finally decided it would be better for us to wait at the house.
My first sight of him shocked me deeply. I had, of course, seen him in worse condition; on the island, for instance, and when we had dragged him into the lifeboat, but I was contrasting him with the man whom I had first met. There were shadows under his eyes and that certain cynical sparkle was replaced by a look of hopelessness. The flesh had fallen away from his features, which gave him a gaunt look. The tolerant amusement with which he had appeared to look out on the world had disappeared. He looked weary and disillusioned.
Our meeting was an emotional one. His expression changed when he saw me. He smiled and came towards me, leaning on his stick. He held out his free hand and took mine. He held it for some time, looking intently at me.
“Rosetta,” he said, and his lips twitched a little. The obvious emotion he felt made him look different again . defenceless in a way. I had never seen him look like that before. I knew he was remembering, as I was the island where Simon and I had left him to watch while we had gone off together, the arrival of the corsairs, those days we had spent in the open boat.
“Oh, Lucas,” I said.
“It is good to see you here … safe.”
There was a short silence while we continued to gaze at each other, almost as though we could not believe that we were real.
Felicity said softly: “I know you two will have lots to say to each other. First … let’s show Lucas his room,
