Heirs of Ravenscar. Barbara Taylor Bradford

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      It wasn’t unusual for Amos to go to Deravenels on Saturday, even though the offices were closed over the weekend. He often went in to tidy up his paperwork, and do other small jobs, which he couldn’t attend to during the week.

      But on this Saturday morning he had a specific purpose when he arrived at the grand old building on the Strand. The uniformed commissionaire touched his cap, said ‘Good morning, Mr Finnister. Weather for ducks, ain’t it, sir?’

      Amos grinned at the older man. ‘Good morning, Albert. And indeed it is the right kind of weather for our fine feathered friends.’ As he spoke he closed his umbrella, then hurried across the grandiose marble entrance foyer and up the staircase.

      The reason he had come to the office was to list the names of cemeteries in the vicinity of Whitechapel, and make a few telephone calls.

      His first call was to the Royal London Hospital, Whitechapel, where he quickly discovered the records office was not open on weekends; this was an answer he had fully expected. He then dialled Ravenscar, and when Jessup, the butler, answered, he announced himself, spoke to the butler for a moment or two, and then was put through to Edward Deravenel.

      ‘Good morning, Amos,’ Edward said. ‘I’m assuming you have some sort of news for me.’

      ‘Good morning, sir, and yes, I do. It was the right Cedric Crawford, as we had thought on Thursday, but he was not the man involved with Tabitha James.’

      ‘How strange!’ Edward exclaimed. ‘That friend of Tabitha’s, Sophie whatever her name was, seemed so certain about Cedric Crawford.’

      ‘According to Lady Fenella, yes, she did. But according to the major it was his fellow guards officer, Sebastian Lawford, who was the man in question. And I do believe Major Crawford.’

      ‘And an easy mistake, I suppose, to muddle Crawford and Lawford,’ Edward commented.

      ‘That’s right, Mr Edward, and the major kept referring to him as Seb last night. Seb Lawford or Ced Crawford, what’s the difference when you don’t actually care about the facts?’

      ‘And Sophie didn’t, is that what you’re saying?’ Edward asked.

      ‘Yes, I am, sir. And let me tell you everything I learned.’ He then proceeded to relay all of the information he had garnered from the major the night before.

      ‘Well done, Amos!’ Edward exclaimed. ‘Now you’ve got something to follow up.’

      ‘I do, but it will have to be on Monday. I telephoned the hospital and I can’t get into Records until Monday, and I know Somerset House is closed at the weekend. They have a registry of all births, marriages and deaths in Great Britain, so I’ll be able to track her death certificate now that we have the correct name. Well, the name she was using.’

      ‘Thank you for going to all this trouble, Amos, you’ve done a splendid job.’

      ‘There is something else, sir. Er, er, Mr Deravenel?’

      ‘Yes, Amos, what is it?’

      ‘Once I have all the information would it be all right for me to tell Mrs Forth?’

      ‘Absolutely! She’ll be happy as I am to know everything, it’s been such a troubling mystery all these years. And I’m sure she will agree that Grace Rose should be told … it’s an ending for her, Amos, and it will finally put her mind at rest, knowing what happened to her mother.’

      ‘I agree, sir. I will telephone you on Monday as soon as I have been in touch with the various organizations involved, and then I’ll talk to Mrs Vicky.’

      ‘That’s a good plan, and thank you again, Amos –’ Edward paused for a split second, then finished, ‘And how strange life is, really. All of this came about by coincidence, because Charlie met another soldier in hospital. Truly amazing, Amos.’

FIFTEEN

      Ravenscar

      She was in charge. Her grandmother had told her so, and this pleased Bess Deravenel. But she should be in charge, shouldn’t she? After all, she was nine years old, the eldest, the first born. Everyone was aware that the heir was more important because he was a boy. But this did not trouble her. She had always known that she was her father’s favourite, and therefore she was very special. He had said that to her when she was small.

      Her father had recently bought her a cheval mirror, and had it placed in the corner of her bedroom, so that she could view herself full length. Now she went over to it, stood staring at her reflection, her head on one side.

      Bess decided that she looked very nice, and was most appropriately dressed for the Christmas Day lunch. She had chosen the dress herself, because Nanny was fussing about the other children, and had told her to use her own judgement. She liked doing that, it made her feel very grown up. And so she had picked out a dress made of royal blue velvet with a gathered skirt almost to her ankles, long sleeves and a beautiful white lace collar and cuffs. Her white stockings and black shoes were an excellent choice, Nanny had said a few moments ago.

      Returning to the dressing table in the bay window, Bess took the small brooch out of its black velvet box. Earlier that morning they had all opened their Christmas presents in the library, where the huge Christmas tree stood, and this brooch had been a gift to her from her father. It was a small bow made of diamonds. Her mother had seemed annoyed, and Bess had heard her say to her father that it was much too expensive for a child, and he had retorted, ‘Not for a child of mine, Elizabeth,’ and walked away looking even more annoyed than her mother. She was used to them. They often quarrelled; she had grown up with their quarrels and often wondered why her mother said the things she did when she knew he would be instantly angry.

      Carefully, Bess pinned the brooch at the neckline of the dress, saw that it fitted in neatly between the two sides of the collar. She touched her hair, arranged the curls away from her face, and nodded to herself. Her hair was the same red gold as her father’s СКАЧАТЬ