little naive of us, but we were very happy to be together, and somehow seemed to slip back into the old days when most things were so exciting.
When we arrived in Rippleston, we booked into our hotel and asked about transport. There was a trap and a man at the hotel who would drive guests where they wished to go. So that was settled quickly.
We decided to waste no time and were soon rattling along the road on our way to Witchenholme.
A hundred yards or so from the village was an inn called the Witchenholme Arms. Here we decided to stop and perhaps ask a few questions in the hope that someone might know of a Miss Ada Something who lived nearby. We arranged for the driver to wait with the trap at the inn.
There was a middleaged woman at the counter serving ale and cider and we asked if she knew of anyone in the village named Ada. She looked at us as though she thought we were a little odd as well she might, and said: “Ada … Ada who?”
“That’s what we’re not sure of,” said Felicity.
“We knew her long ago and we can’t remember her surname … all we can think of is Ada.”
The woman shook her. head.
“Come in here much, does she?”
“We don’t know,” I answered.
“Ada …” She shook her head.
“It’s mostly men who come in regular.”
“I was afraid so,” said Felicity.
“Well, thanks.”
We came out of the inn and started to walk into the village.
“Well, you’d hardly expect Aunt Ada to frequent the Witchenholrne Arms, would you?” said Felicity.
The village was, as the Professor had told us, very small. And there was a river, yes and houses backing on to it.
I felt sure this was the place.
A man on a bicycle rode by. We were on the point of stopping him but I realized, as did Felicity, that he would think we were crazy if we stopped to ask if he knew someone called Ada. If only we had her surname, how much more plausible it would all have sounded.
Felicity said suddenly: “Oh look, there’s the village store. Now if anyone would know, they might in there. Everyone would go in there at some time or other surely …”
We went into the shop. One had to step down and a bell overhead tinkled as the door was opened. There was a pungent smell of paraffin oil and the shop was crowded with goods of all descriptions fruit, cakes, biscuits, bread, sweets in glass bottles, vegetables, hams and poultry, notepaper, envelopes, fly-papers and much more.
“Yes?” said a voice.
Our hearts sank. It was a girl of about fourteen and her face was only just visible above the glass bottles of sweets on the counter.
“We’ve come,” said Felicity, ‘to ask you if you know someone named Ada.”
The girl stared at us in amazement.
“We’re trying to find an old friend,” went on Felicity, ‘and all we can remember is that her name is Ada. We just wondered whether she lived around here . she might come into the shop as most people would, I suppose? “
“What… ?” she stammered.
“Do you know any of the people round here?”
“No. I don’t live here … always. I’ve just come for a bit … I’m helping my aunt.”
“Perhaps we could see her?”
“Aunt…” she called.
“Aunt Ada.”
Felicity and I exchanged glances of wonder.
“Aunt Ada …” whispered Felicity.
“There’s people here wants to see you,” shouted the girl.
“Half a tick,” said a voice.
“I’m coming.”
Was it possible? Could our search be ended? As soon as we saw the woman we knew this was not so. No one could mistake her for a witch.
Never could this one have been Simon’s Aunt Ada. She was very plump, shaped like a cottage loaf, with a rosy, good-humoured face, untidy greying hair and very alert blue eyes.
“Now what can I do for you ladies?” she said, beaming on us.
“It’s a very strange request,” said Felicity.
“We are looking for someone who, we believe, lives here, and we can’t recall her surname.
All that we know is that her Christian name is Ada. “
“Well, she’s not me. I’m Ada. Ada Mac Gee that’s me.”
“Our Ada had a sister called Alice.”
“Alice … Alice who?”
“Well, we don’t know her name either. But she died. We just wondered if among the people here . and you must know most of them . there was an Ada. “
I guessed she was the sort of woman who loved a gossip. She was naturally interested in two strangers who had come into her shop, not for apples or pears or a pint of paraffin oil, but because they were looking for an Ada.
“You must know almost everyone in Witchenhoime,” I said, almost pleadingly.
“Well, most of them come in at some time or other. It’s a bit far to go into Rippleston to shop.”
“Yes, I should imagine so.”
“Ada,” she said.
“Well, there’s Ada Parker down at Green-gates … she’s not Parker any more now … she married again. It’s her third.
We always call her Ada Parker . though not to her face. But Jim Parker was her first husband. Names stick here. “
“Perhaps we’ll call on her. Are there any others?”
“Well, there’s Miss Ferrers. I’ve heard she was an Ada. I remember the Adas … seeing as I’m one of them. I’ve never heard her called Ada, mind … but I’ve got a notion that’s her name.”
“Yes, I can see why you remember the name. I think we were lucky we came to you.”
“Well, I would if I could help you find this friend of yours, of course. Ada … yes, I’m sure Miss Ferrers is an Ada. ‘, I’ve heard it somewhere. Keeps herself to herself. A cut above the rest of us. I’m sure that’s what she thinks, any way.”
“Did she have a sister, do you remember?
“Couldn’t rightly say. She’s been in that cottage for years. I don’t recall a sister. It’s a pretty little place and she keeps it like a picture. Rowan Cottage, it’s called, on account of the tree outside.”
“You’ve been so helpful to us,” said Felicity.
“Thank you very much.”
‘, “Well, I hope you find what you’re looking for.”
“Good day,” we said, and came out. The bell rang as we opened the door and stepped into the street.
“Perhaps we ought to have bought something,” I said.
“She was most obliging.”
“She didn’t expect that. She enjoyed talking to us. I think we’ll dispense with the much-married Mrs. Parker and go to her if the lady at Rowan Cottage fails us. I somehow feel that our Aunt Ada wouldn’t have had three husbands.”
“Look,” I said.
“The houses back on to the river.”
We had walked through the street which seemed to be the whole of Witchenhoime without finding Rowan
