The Ghost Tree. Barbara Erskine
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Название: The Ghost Tree
Автор: Barbara Erskine
Издательство: HarperCollins
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isbn: 9780008195830
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‘But it was at anchor, Papa,’ Tom said miserably. ‘I would not like to go to the proper sea. Not at all.’
‘And what do you know of the proper sea, Tom?’ His father was exasperated.
‘I know it can kill you, Papa,’ the boy replied softly. ‘I watched it from the castle walls at St Andrews. A friend of mine was drowned!’ His words died away. His father knew nothing of the ghost boy with whom Tom had explored the ruins.
‘I could be a soldier!’ Tom said suddenly, brightening at the thought. ‘Now David has resigned his commission, I could have it instead.’ Anything was better than the navy and he had been covertly watching the dashing young men in scarlet uniforms escorting ladies to the Assembly Rooms, riding up and down the streets, driving their curricles too fast, laughing and shouting with their friends. The idea of joining them one day was rather appealing.
Lord Buchan turned away from him and sat down abruptly. His face was grey and Tom realised that his father looked ill and tired. ‘Please, Papa,’ he repeated. ‘I think I would like the army.’
‘The army costs money too, Tom.’ Lord Buchan frowned as he looked at his thirteen-year-old son. David, newly promoted to lieutenant, had thrown his chance away, announcing the life was not for him. ‘I am sorry. I can’t afford to buy you a commission, not even as an ensign.’
‘Anne could help,’ Tom pleaded. ‘She could ask some of her rich friends.’
‘No.’
‘We could ask them to pray for the money?’ In a household fixated on prayer it was a natural thing to suggest, but to his increasing despair he saw his father’s anger beginning to surface.
‘God expects us to help ourselves, Tom. You can pray to be a good officer in the navy. You will be paid. I am told the starting wage is one pound ten shillings a month and even as a midshipman you will be entitled to a share of any prize money your ship earns from capturing privateers. After a few years you will be richer by far than your father with the miserable allowance he is granted by his miserly trustees!’ He forced himself to smile.
Tom couldn’t trust himself to speak. He could feel shameful tears clogging his throat. He swallowed hard. He had seen ships of the navy at anchor off Leith; he had seen them off Bristol, the great sails set, heeling slightly before the wind, when his mama had taken him with her to stay with some of her church friends. He had seen the seamen and the swaggering officers and the huge bundles of supplies being lowered into small boats to row out to the great ships at anchor in the fairway. He did not like the idea at all.
His father sighed. ‘Tom, we are no longer at war; please God, there is no danger. And Sir John Lindsay is a well-respected captain. He has agreed to take you aboard and train you as one of his young gentlemen; his ship is a frigate, bound for the Caribbean. Your mother agrees with me in all this. You will experience wonderful things, Tom. It will be an adventure, you’ll see.’
There was to be no argument.
Finlay’s idea of a quick breakfast was formidable. Porridge, scrambled egg with smoked salmon, toast and coffee. As they sat over their final cups of coffee he put forward his proposal: ‘I think you should stay here with me. I’ve been thinking about this. That house of yours – and it is yours, or it will be, have no fear – is a gloomy place, an outrage to good taste, and you don’t feel safe there. Am I right?’
Ruth nodded.
‘And, I’m here, all alone, in a relatively large house which is beautiful, warm, safe and furnished in impeccable style.’ He gave a hollow laugh as the sound of a plane flying low overhead rattled the windows. ‘God bless Edinburgh airport for its convenience, but the noise I could do without. Don’t worry. The wind will change! Now, we can keep a close eye on your place, and ask your friend next door to do the same in case the fearsome Timothy decides to launch a raid, but my guess is he won’t. There’s too much at stake for him. If he’s playing a much larger game, which he seems to be, he is not going to endanger it for the sake of another look round inside Number 26.’ He reached for the coffee pot. ‘No strings attached. You would actually be doing me a favour being here. It would be lovely to have your company, naturally, but I go away quite a lot and it would save me finding a house sitter. And perhaps I can help with your family research. I propose that you use the dining room as your base. You can spread out your books and papers on the table there, and you can send me off to raid whatever libraries you need. I belong to them all.’
‘Finlay!’ Ruth looked at him fondly. ‘How can I refuse?’
‘OK. Soon as you can, ring your solicitor chappy and tell him where you will be and tell him to do whatever he has to do to set the wheels in motion for nailing Timothy, then we can go back to the house and collect those books you mentioned and anything else you might need.’
‘It was that simple,’ Ruth said later when she rang Harriet back the following day. ‘We collected all my stuff and the rest of the books and all the boxes, turned off the gas and electricity, called on Sally Laidlaw, collected Mummy’s books from her, asked her to ring me if she sees Timothy poking around, and that was it.’
‘And where is Finlay now?’ Harriet asked.
‘He’s gone into town to see someone about his next project.’
There was a thoughtful pause from Harriet. ‘I take it he isn’t married? You haven’t mentioned anyone else being there?’ she said.
Ruth smiled. ‘No. No wife; no husband; no partner. Rick and I used to wonder about that. I think we assumed Finlay was gay, but he doesn’t seem to need anyone; he’s just a lovely cuddly person, complete in himself.’ She smiled fondly.
‘My goodness, Ruth. You have fallen on your feet!’ Ruth could hear the amusement in Harriet’s voice. ‘The only trouble with this paradisiacal set up is that the ghost you need to interview is back at Number 26.’
Ruth laughed uneasily. ‘Forget that! I found some letters in the cupboard which are copies of letters Thomas had sent to his daughter. He seems to be telling her the story of his life. I looked at one or two last night and found myself reading about his first days in the navy. Poor kid, he was only just fourteen when they sent him away.’ She had looked up the dates. ‘It would have been hard not to resent his two brothers for using up their father’s money; they were allowed to go to university, which seems to have been his dream, and he was packed off to God knows where with no prospect of coming back any time soon.’ And she had dreamt about it, she remembered with a jolt. She had dreamt about it vividly and in detail.
‘Any further mention of his being a spirit guide?’ Harriet was not to be diverted.
‘No. Nothing.’
After the call was ended, Ruth let herself out into the garden and walked down the lawn. Finlay’s house had been one of the several water mills along the River Almond, the same River Almond that Thomas had mentioned in his letter. She had mentioned it to Finlay. Apparently Broxburn was less than twenty minutes’ drive away and there, somewhere, was Kirkhill, СКАЧАТЬ