tower was a young woman in a black dress, trying to haul herself on to the parapet. It was Emily Hawkshaw.
Recognising her at once, Colbeck broke into a run and dashed into the church, shedding his hat and frock coat as he did so and diving through the door to the tower. He went up the steps as fast as he could, going up past the huge iron bells and feeling a first rush of air as he neared the open door at the top. When he emerged into daylight, he saw that Emily was poised between life and death, clinging to the pinnacle while standing precariously on the parapet. Intent on flinging herself off, the girl seemed to be having second thoughts.
Colbeck inched slowly towards her so that he would be in her field of vision. In order not to alarm her, he kept his voice calm and low.
'Stay there, Emily,' he said, 'I'll help you down.'
'No!' she cried. 'Stay back.'
'I know that you must hate yourself even to think of doing this but you must remember those who love you. Do you really want to hurt your family and your friends?'
'I don't deserve to be loved.'
'Come down from there and tell me why,' he suggested, moving closer. 'Killing yourself will solve nothing.'
'Keep away from me – or I'll jump.'
'No, Emily. If you really meant to do it, you'd have gone by now. But you knew that there would be consequences, didn't you? Others would suffer terribly, especially your mother. Don't you think she's been through enough already?'
'I've been through it as well,' sobbed the girl.
'Then share your suffering with her. Help each other, Emily.'
'I can't.'
'You must,' he said, gently. 'It's the only way.'
'God will never forgive me.'
'You won't find forgiveness by jumping off here. To take your own life is anathema. To do it on consecrated ground makes it even worse. This is a church, Emily. You understand what that means, don't you?'
She began to tremble. 'I just can't go on.'
'Yes, you can. It won't always be like this. Time heals even the deepest wounds. You have a long life ahead of you. Why destroy it in a moment of despair? You're loved, Emily,' he said, taking a small step towards her. 'You're loved and needed.'
The girl fell silent as she considered what he had said and Colbeck took it as a good sign. But she was still balanced perilously on the edge of the parapet. One false move on his part and she might jump. From down below, he could hear sounds of a crowd gathering to watch. Emily Hawkshaw had an audience.
'You know that this is wrong,' he told her, moving slightly closer. 'You were christened in this church and brought up in a God-fearing household. You know that it mustn't end this way. It will leave a stain on the whole family.'
'I don't care about that.'
'What do you care about? Tell me. I'm here to listen.'
'You wouldn't understand,' she said, trembling even more.
'Then come down and talk to someone who would understand.' He ventured another step. 'Please, Emily. For everyone's sake – come down.'
The girl began to weep and cling more desperately to the pinnacle. It was as if she finally realised the implications of what she had intended to do. Suddenly, she lost her nerve and began to panic. Emily tried to turn back but her foot slipped and she lost her hold on the pinnacle. There was a gasp of horror from below as she teetered on the very brink of the parapet, then Colbeck darted forward to grab her and snatched her back to safety.
Emily Hawkshaw fainted in his arms.
After another tiring day in the boiler shop, Gregory Newman was eager to get home to Turton Street. As he came out of the railway works, however, he found Adam Hawkshaw waiting to speak to him.
'Good evening, Adam,' he said, cheerily.
'Can you come to the shop?' asked the other. 'Mother wants to talk to you as soon as possible.'
'Why – what's happened?'
'Emily tried to commit suicide.'
'Dear God!'
'She was going to throw herself off the church tower.'
'What on earth made her do that?'
'We don't know, Gregory.'
'Where is Emily now?'
'She's in bed. The doctor gave her something to make her sleep.'
'Did she change her mind at the last moment?'
'No,' said Hawkshaw with a tinge of resentment. 'That Inspector Colbeck went up the tower and brought her down again. We saw him catch her as she was about to fall. It's a miracle she's alive.'
'This is terrible news!' exclaimed Newman.
'Then you'll come?'
'Of course. Let me go home first to take care of my wife then I'll come straight away. How has Win taken it?'
'She's very upset.'
'Emily – of all people! You'd never have thought she'd do anything as desperate as this. Whatever could have provoked her?'
'She took fright when Inspector Colbeck wanted to question her.'
'And did he?'
'No, Emily ran away before he came back. She sneaked out when we weren't looking. We were searching for her when we heard this noise from the churchyard. We got there in time to see it all.'
Newman started walking. 'Tell Win I'll be there directly.'
'Thanks,' said Hawkshaw, falling in beside him.
'Did Emily really mean to go through with it?'
'She didn't say. When she was brought down from the tower, she was in a dead faint. She came out of it later but she refused to tell us anything. Emily just lay on the bed and cried.'
'The doctor was right to give her a sedative.'
'I'm worried, Gregory,' said Hawkshaw, showing a rare touch of sympathy for his stepsister.
'So am I.'
'What if Emily tries to do that again?'
The suicide attempt was also being discussed over a drink at the Saracen's Head. Victor Leeming was astonished by what he heard.
'Why did she do it, Inspector?' he asked.
'I'm hoping that that will emerge in time.'
'A young girl, throwing her life away like that – it's unthinkable.'
'Emily had come to the end of her tether.'
'She must have been in despair even to consider suicide. I mean, it's the last resort. You're only driven to that when there seems to be absolutely no future for you.' He gave a shrug. 'Was she so attached to her stepfather that she couldn't live without him?'
'I don't know,' said Colbeck. 'What is clear, however, is that Emily Hawkshaw is consumed with guilt over something. She's nursing a secret that she's not even able to divulge to her mother.'
'Is there any chance she'll confide in you, sir?'
'I doubt it.'
'But you saved her life.'
'She may resent me for that. I brought her back to the very things she was running away from. We'll have to
