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Peering over the edge of the lock, the Parish Constable noted the body of a medium-height middle-aged man floating face upwards. 

“Well, well, well!” He looked around at the growing crowd in displeasure. In a firm, loud voice, he asked, “Please, ladies and gentlemen, stand back! Now, who discovered the body?”

William and Simeon watched as the lockkeeper and another older gentleman approached the Constable. Knowing their father would be expecting them for lunch, Simeon grabbed William and pulled him away. Nosey was somewhat reluctant, revelling amongst the smell of so many people and dogs. Simeon picked up the puppy and carried him as they started toward home. The expression on William’s face said it all. 

“Was it one of the burglars, Will?”

“Yep!”

William was very quiet, and Simeon did not press him further. At lunch, after saying grace and into the main course, Simeon mentioned, “We were at the river, Father, and there was a crowd at the lock. We saw one of the burglars lying face up and dead in the water. William recognised him!”

Jonathan Turner stopped eating immediately and sat there, stunned, “Dead in the lock?”

“Yes, Father!”

“Was the Constable there?”

“Yes – he was interviewing the people who found the body.”

Jonathan would have commented further but stopped. If one of the burglars was found dead, he assumed that the Constable would be calling soon. He wondered whether the man died naturally or if someone murdered him. Perhaps it was old age. 

“It was an older man, was it?”

“Yes. I think William is upset about the body!” Simeon was a kind boy and tried gentle words that would not stir William’s anger. 

“I was not scared!”

Eleanora intervened quickly, “Any of us would be upset seeing that. The Constable should not have let you that near.”

Simeon explained, “We pushed through so we could see. That was before Constable Rawlins got there.”

Jonathan Turner felt the rage stirring in his body. Eleanora quietly put her hand under the table and onto his thigh and gently rubbed him.

“It is unfortunate that someone has died. Let us as a family say a prayer for the dead person, whoever he might be.”

William moved beside his mother and buried his face on her shoulder. Eleanora put her free arm around the boy. William whispered loud enough so Jonathan could hear, “It was the old man who burgled the house.”

“Dear me! Let us pray. We thank you, Lord, for all you provide for us. We pray that the man who died was found by You and repented of his sin before his death. We also pray for the boys that they may be comforted from this terrible scene they witnessed. In Jesus, Our Lord and Saviour’s Name, we pray. Amen.”

All the family gave a loud Amen, especially Marcia, who loved saying an Amen at the end of family prayers. She sat there with a big smile on her face. 

At Fintelton Manor …

The countess rushed up the stairs, followed by Emma. The butler briefed them as they hurried into the Earl’s room. The eastern wing bedrooms were larger than usual, with French doors and large double-hung windows, making the rooms light and airy. The doors leading onto a small balcony were open, and Lord Fintelton was sitting on a sofa gazing out towards the horizon. One of the maids was preparing his next round of medicines left by Doctor Sopwith.

Lady Jane spoke as she entered the room. “David, I came as soon as I could. We overnighted at Guildford as it was too dangerous to travel at night. How are you, my Dear?”

The Earl did not move but continued staring out of the window. Sally, the maid, stood beside Lady Jane and spoke softly, “Doctor Sopwith thinks that the stroke affected Lord Fintelton’s hearing or an infection may have caused it. He is currently slightly hard of hearing. If you stand in front of him, his Lordship will see you. He can talk, my Lady, but there is a slight paralysis. Also, his right eye has a vision loss, so you should stand on the left.”

“Thank you, Sally.” Lady Jane stood between the Earl and the view. She said again in a loud voice, “How are you, David?”

The Earl recognised her. He smiled, but only half the face moved, and he slurred his words, “Still here, Jane!”

She sat beside him, kissing him on the cheek. Emma knelt in front of him, gently holding his slightly shaking hands. 

From behind, Sir Hugh’s booming voice broke into the quiet scene. “Should be dead! You should have seen him Friday morning. I thought he was a goner, but he pulled through again. I think it was Doctor Sopwith who got him through. He arrived early Friday morning, so he must have set off from Guildford around midnight. It must have been a hell of a journey. He stayed all Friday and right through the night until about eleven on Saturday. He never slept a wink! He’s a good doctor, that one. Father should be dead, but Sopwith got him through. Sally and Barrett have been with him ever since. Sopwith is coming back on Monday and will be here overnight!” 

Sir Hugh sat down on a settee, quite content with his summary.

Lady Jane sat there, ignoring the rude parts of Sir Hugh’s story. It happened before with her father and mother, who died of a stroke. Her husband’s condition brought all the memories back, and a couple of tears came. Emma was concerned that her mother was becoming emotional and suggested, “Mother, father is safe now. Would you like to rest or perhaps freshen up and then come back? I will stay with him and talk with Sally.”

“No, Dear, I will stay with your father for a while. You come back a little later. Sally looks tired, as well. See if one of the other maids may assist. I must consider the care arrangements; nothing may be the same again! Poor David! Poor thing.”

Emma approached a silent Hugh and indicated that he should follow her. They left the Earl and Countess holding hands and looking out the doors over the estate farmlands they had shared for the last forty years. 

Emma and Hugh moved outside the room and closed the door. Emma turned and faced Hugh.

“Now Hugh, quietly please – what did the doctor say about father?” 

“Sorry, I should have spoken softer! Yes, well, he said he was surprised that Father made it through Friday night, and it will be touch and go for the next few weeks. That is why he is coming back tomorrow. He’s not sure how serious it is. I think he suspects something more sinister than he told us.”

Emma shuddered. She dreaded the thought of losing her father now. She was unmarried, and if she married, she wanted him there at the wedding. That was the problem of being a child of older parents – they might not be around for that long. 

“Hugh, we must do everything we can to ensure his recovery! We meet with the doctor tomorrow and ask how we can help.”

Sir Hugh looked at Emma and mumbled something unintelligible under his breath.

Emma could not understand what he was saying, “What!”

Hugh gave a low grunt that sounded like a yes, then turned and walked away.   

Doctor Sopwith’s House …

“Thank you for offering me breakfast this morning, David, but there was no need. It is most kind of you!”

The two friends walked up the street and stopped outside David Sopwith’s house.

“The pleasure is all mine. I must apologise for falling asleep at dinner last night. I had been at Fintelton Manor, Emma’s home, treating the Earl for a stoke. I arrived there early on Friday morning and spent the night. There was no time for any sleep! Left mid-Saturday morning and was on my way home when I came past your residence and saw the candlelight.”

“I’m glad you came in. Now tell me, how is Lord Fintelton?”

“It is hard to say. I started by calming the Earl down and made sure the blood was flowing well, as best I could. He was quite cold, so I warmed him up and gave him some laudanum, hoping it would decrease his anxiety. The draft seemed to assist, and it also helped the blood flow. Bleeding was a possibility, but I’m not sure what you think. I only use bleeding as a last resort. From what I could ascertain, there was no blockage in the brain, but you can never be sure. He was stable when I left, but there was some paralysis and blindness on the right side, so I will return on Monday and stay the night.”

“I understand why you are returning if there is paralysis. The blindness should disappear quickly, but the paralysis may take some time. I have found that a couple of weeks’ rest and an increasing exercise program works well but only gradually. Please give them my best wishes.”

“Certainly. My recommendations will be the same as your suggestion. Only time will tell us how bad the stroke was.” David stopped talking as if thinking deeply, then commenced again, “I say, Neville! Are you busy over the next few days?”

“Only preparing for the wedding. But most of that is being done by Bethany and her mother. Why, what have you in mind?”

“I will be at Fintelton for two days. Might I ask that you take care of my patients while I am away, please? I will provide a list of their details. I must revisit the Earl. You never know with a stroke – they either slowly mend or go downhill fast.”

“Why, certainly, I am not overrun with patients yet.”

“Thank you – that is a great relief. Come in for breakfast and then church. What will Taggart’s latest masterpiece be this week? He’s getting better, you know, there has been a significant improvement in the last six months. He has been using notes from a seminar with this Simeon chap from Oxford.”      

“I’ve only heard him a few times, but I like Taggart. He has a good mind and an air of goodwill about him.”

“I say, Mrs Lane, Hello, Mrs Lane?” David called the housekeeper as they went in the front door. 

“Yes, Sir!”

“I’m back for a quick breakfast and have Doctor Bassington with me. Some breakfast for the good doctor as well, please.”

“Yes, Doctor Sopwith.”

At the local Church …

The service was over, and Jonathan Turner surveyed the church, noting who was there. It appeared packed, and many conversations began as people caught up with friends. As usual, there was a long queue before reaching Reverend Taggart as he enjoyed the company of his departing parishioners. 

Jonathan looked sideways, and Rupert Smith caught his eye from the row across from him. Jonathan maneuvered out around the women and shook hands with Rupert.

“Jonathan, I had the strangest meeting with Sir Hugh South from Fintelton Manor the other day. I should advise you on it privately. Perhaps tomorrow morning at my office, we can talk discretely there. I have no early appointments. We should also resolve the replacement of Jeremy Stephens on the Parish Council. I have a few suggestions. I thought a united position before the annual vestry meeting would be helpful.”

“Yes, Rupert, I agree on both counts. I will call in at, say, nine in the morning. Would that be a good time?”

“Yes, Jonathan, excellent. Taggart must be doing a good job, as the church is full this morning! He has prepared my Richard well for the Free School. When Simeon is ready, he will succeed there. I am not so sure about William – perhaps the Army or Navy?”

Jonathan took the suggestion on board and smiled, “I see William in the natural sciences. Perhaps an explorer or the navy would be good. Who knows, he may be another Cook! “ 

“Here, here! What a great man Cook was, but hopefully William will come home safer than Cook¹, Eh!”

 ¹ Captain James Cook, 1728 – 1779, a famous British naval explorer, who among many discoveries achieved the first recorded European contact with the east coastline of Australia and the first recorded circumnavigation of New Zealand. Wikipedia

Jonathan smiled. 

Neville and Bethany were catching up with David Sopwith before exiting the church. David shook Reverend Taggart’s hand and took a moment with him.

“Good morning, Reverend. I was very interested in your sermon this morning on grace. I am not sure I understand it at all. Might we discuss the subject together at some time?”

Reverend Taggart appreciated the comment as he, too, struggled with the subject.  

“David, I think Martin Luther² wrestled for some time with grace as well. Drop around and see me when you can, and I will point you in the right direction.”

David Sopwith’s enquiring mind required an answer backed by evidence before he would accept anything. He nodded and called back as he moved on, “I shall do that, Reverend Taggart. I shall do that. Good morning!”

² Martin Luther, 1483 – 1546, a German professor of theology and a central figure in the Reformation. Wikipedia

Andrew Taggart then greeted Neville and Bethany, who were following David Sopwith.

“The banns have been read three times. We are ready now. No objections so far, so it seems that in two weeks, you shall be married.”

Neville grinned, “I can’t wait for the day. We shall be away three weeks on the honeymoon, Reverend. So, once we return, I hope you and Mrs Taggart will join us for dinner in our new house?”

“Certainly. Now I shall let you know when the rehearsal for the wedding will be, but not this coming week, but probably the Tuesday after. Say three in the afternoon.”

“We shall be there, Reverend.” Bethany was keen for the day as well. The time was dragging for her as all the arrangements were complete. 

“Good, good. Good day to you both.”

In the afternoon, the family took a basket of biscuits and pastries for their normal picnic activities at the river. Thomas and James led the way with the younger children while the puppy ran around them. William had recovered from his issues with the dead burglar, and Jonathan Turner was surprised they saw nothing of the parish constable during the weekend. 

The day was unusually warm for the first day in October. The wind gently blew in from the south, bringing the English Channel’s warm air. A cloudless sky and a warm sun were perfect for relaxation and enjoying the river and its green banks. 

Neville breathed in the fresh country air and sat beside Bethany, “I am so glad that we will settle here! Guildford is such a beautiful spot, especially along the banks of the Wey. I could linger here forever.”

Bethany smiled, “Perhaps this afternoon, but I fear plenty will keep you away from the river in the coming weeks. Especially with the next two days looking after Doctor Sopwith’s practice. What about your practice, Neville?”

“That will be fine! Having a medical practice with only four clients, I can afford the time. Also, working with David may be a blessing in disguise. You recall my suggestion about hiring a surgeon to cover for me while I am away at Harley Street in London. I am treating this work with David as an experiment. I hope it might lead to a joint practice with him, an excellent solution for when I am away. He has a sound mind, and he is open to new methods. He shares the same plan I am envisaging for my practice.”

Bethany considered this as Neville continued, “Times are changing. I think the days of a one-person practice doing rounds are nearly over. Some doctors will forge on, but I am confident joint practices will become the norm over time. Practices of three or four doctors may become common in the future. The benefits of sharing knowledge and mutual support far outweigh the downsides.”

“Is that why you set up rooms away from the house? I was wondering!”

“Yes – just preparing for the future. I’m sure it will work. I hope David will find the proposition attractive. The longer I have known him, the more I am impressed! Pity he is not married.”  

“I think Anne and Emma may have some plans for that!”

Neville looked at the riverbank where Anne was chasing the little ones around with a stick sword, screams of joy coming from the escaping children. Marcia hid behind James McPherson’s legs, clinging on with all her might as she was discovered and then tickled by Thomas and collapsing in a giggling heap in the grass.  

“I should have known! Anne and Emma did seem very friendly with David last night before he fell asleep.”

“I think Emma is interested.”

“I am surprised! I thought she would have higher ambitions. That news raises my opinion of Emma greatly. They would make a good couple. However, we best keep that quiet!”

Jonathan Turner sat on the other side of the picnic basket from Eleanora, tasting some biscuits. 

“These are tasty biscuits if I do say so myself. I wonder why we have not heard back from the Navy yet. Perhaps I should visit them.”

“Jonathan, do you think the issues with the burglary are over? I mean, now that the Constable found the old man?”

“Eleanora, he was probably not that old, as I assume he was about the same age as me.”

“He was in his late forties then?”

“Yes, I would assume so.”

“Surely, with him gone, the other must have moved on. Now one of the burglars is found, it would be dangerous to remain.”

“I think you are right, my Dear. I think the danger is over. Let us relax and enjoy the afternoon. Would you like a biscuit or pastry?”

“Not yet, Jonathan. Look at the fun the children are having with James. He is a pleasant young man, very down to earth and like Hamish. Remember when Hamish saw you knocked out by William? I think that incident influenced Hamish favourably towards you, Jonathan.”

“Do you think William’s actions helped?”

“Most certainly, they did. The accident revealed you as being far more human than Hamish previously noticed. People enjoy your true character.”

“He must have missed something because I consider beating that boy most of the time! He is continually in trouble or getting someone else into trouble.”

“I’m sure your father said the same about you, Jonathan!” 

Jonathan, being somewhat sceptical, was waiting for the next emergency. It did not take long. William, spinning his sword, an unusually large stick, cracked James just above his left eyebrow, and blood poured out. 

“Ouch!” 

William quickly said he was sorry. James retreated and joined the Turners. Noticing the look of disgust on his father’s face, William promptly escaped and rejoined the game. Jonathan said nothing and let the game go on. 

Eleanora could see that James was unsure of the size of the cut, “Sorry about William doing that, James. Let me have a look at the cut, please?”

James moved over beside Eleanora. She carefully removed the handkerchief covering the cut.  

“We are becoming experts in treating these. William has a knack for catching unsuspecting players.”

She dabbed the handkerchief on the blood and cleaned it up, instructing James to keep the pressure on it. 

“There is no harm done, Mrs Turner. I have suffered far worse from my brothers in earlier times. Boy’s games sometimes get rough. William will be good with a sword one day.”

“Mr Turner thinks he is bound for the navy.”

James smiled. Then Neville arrived and took a closer look at the cut. 

“Good thing it was not lower. You may have lost your eye. This scratch will need a couple of stitches, James and a bandage. Come with me, and I’ll stitch you up at my surgery. We will be back in five minutes.”

On their return, Anne smiled, “Now you look like a real pirate, James!” 

Eleanora decided it was a good time for afternoon tea and handed out biscuits and pastries while the curious children walked around James, commenting on the bandage. James was uncomfortable being the centre of attention and started tickling Marcia. She twisted and turned and ended up in his lap. 

“We will be sorry when you go tomorrow, James. Are you headed straight for Glasgow?”

“Yes, Thomas! It will be a journey of nearly two weeks.”

“What is your role there?” Anne was interested in finding out what James did. 

“This and that. Mostly brewing and the importation of grains.”

“Why bring in grain when there are farms up there?”

“The farmers are not as productive as down here, and there is competition for the local supply. We can purchase at a lower price from the south of England. Our fleet of ships transports the grain and mostly lands it at Glasgow. When we complete the brewery in Guildford, we will ship it by barge from Woolwich to Guildford.”

Anne understood this. She wondered what a young man whose parents lived in Greenwich would do alone in Glasgow. 

“Do you live with your brothers up there?”

“No, my elder brother Douglas is married and has a wife and children, so they have a full life. I often see them and keep myself active when I’m not working. There is plenty to do, and I regularly meet with my father in Greenwich.”

“What about your other brothers?”

“Archie and Lachlan are both in Edinburgh with their families.”

Anne was satisfied, and Eleanora passed her some biscuits and a pastry. The family sat back and talked for the rest of the afternoon, with the younger children often jumping up and running off and then returning. At about four-thirty, the family packed up and returned home. 

As James stood, he swayed and nearly fell back down. Neville steadied him and asked, “Are you not well, James?”

“Just a bit giddy.”

“Ah, probably the knock. Let’s get you home and keep an eye on you overnight. Just in case!” Jonathan and Thomas walked either side of him, guarding against the giddiness returning.

Neville quietly spoke with Beth, “That’s strange. I am surprised he is giddy.”

On Monday morning, James left for the stables before light. He said farewell the night before, explaining he must be away early. Neville also rose early, wanting a final check on James’s condition. Leaving home, Neville ventured directly to the stables. 

Walking around the corner of the inn, he found James talking with a short, thick-set gentleman with a long coat. As he approached, the gentleman saw Neville coming, quickly spoke with James, turned and walked away. James looked up and welcomed Neville with a smile. 

“James! All ready?” 

“Yes. I need an early start. The distance is long today.”

“Where will you change horses?”

“Henley-on-Thames, then on to Oxford.”

“You will be tired tonight. How is that cut above the eye? Have you had any dizzy spells this morning?”

“No, right as rain. I am fully recovered, but thank you, Neville, for your concern.”

“Good. Might I enquire who that chap was you were talking with?”

“Ah,” James paused as he thought, “A chap from the stables about the carriage. A slight repair was required yesterday before we set off. All set now!”

“Good! Shall we see you at the wedding?”

“I’m afraid not, Neville. I will not arrive in Glasgow until the Thursday before your wedding. I will return on one of our ships in November. I wish you and Beth the very best, of course.”

“Thank you, James. In case that cut causes you trouble, I brought you a jar of ointment. If it becomes sore, then you probably will have an infection. Just rub on this ointment morning and night, and it should heal.”

“Thank you, Neville, it is much appreciated. Now I must be off as the coach is waiting. All the best.”

James hopped into the coach, closed the door behind him, and settled into the seat. 

“Drive on!”

The coach slowly moved away up the lane and into High Street. James nodded as it rolled past, and Neville gave a small wave. He watched as it headed up the High Street and out of sight. Then he approached a stable hand walking across in front of him. 

“I say, boy! Who makes all the arrangements for coaches housed here?”

“That be Mr Jacks, Sir. There he is over there!”

Neville looked in the direction the boy was pointing and saw Mr Jacks across the courtyard. He was a tall, thin man wearing a hotel uniform. 

“Would he arrange all repairs for the coaches?”

“Yes, Sir, everything.”

Neville thought perhaps he would confirm James’s comment. He walked across and introduced himself. 

“Mr Jacks, that coach that just left. The McPherson coach! Did it have any repairs yesterday?”

“Why no, Sir. It was in perfect condition. She was ready this morning, and a fine coach it was, Sir.”

“Thank you, Mr Jacks.”

Neville was somewhat surprised. The two stories were opposites. James’s explanation did not ring true, and who was the man standing with him? 

At the surgery, he found Constable Rawlins waiting. Walking backwards and forwards in front of the surgery door, the Constable appeared deep in thought. 

“Ah, Doctor Bassington. Good morning, Sir!”

“Good morning, Constable! To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“Doctor, it appears Doctor Sopwith is off at Fintelton Manor, and you are responsible for his patients today and tomorrow. The doctor often assists in our law enforcement work here at Guildford. We found a dead man in the canal yesterday, and I have stored his body at the undertakers. He is unknown in this town, but I am sure he is one of the men who robbed Mr Turner’s house. Would you please examine the body and confirm the cause of death and my suspicions? The Hundred Committee³ meets this afternoon, and I must let them know.”

³The Hundred Committee relates back to the Statute of Winchester of 1285 which revived the jurisdiction of local courts. A hundred is an administrative division that is geographically part of a larger region. Wikipedia.

“Certainly, Constable Rawlins, come into the surgery. I must fetch my bag, and then we are off.”

Neville stopped, “You said suspicions! What do you suspect?”

“Doctor, I am no physician, but I know stab wounds when I see them.”

“Stab wounds!”

At the Turner House …

Marcia burst into the boys’ room and found William and Simeon still asleep. She knew Thomas would be at the bakery, but James’ bed was also empty.

Marcia shook Simeon by the arm until one eye opened. 

“Where is James?”

Simeon opened the other eye, rolled over and sat up in bed. He rubbed his eyes and then looked at Marcia again. She grew impatient.

“Where is he?”

“James has left for Scotland!”

Marcia stamped her foot and left the room. She ran down the stairs and straight into Anne and Bethany’s room. 

“Anne, Thomas is at work, and James is in Scotland.”

Anne opened her eyes and looked at Marcia. 

“What are you doing up so early, little one?”

“I wanted a wrestle with James. He’s a good tickler!”

Anne pulled Marcia into bed with her and cuddled her. Then another hand suddenly tickled Marcia under her arm, and she screamed with laughter. Beth tickled her again as she wriggled in Anne’s arms. 

“We have an energetic one here, don’t we? Come on, we shall go downstairs, and you can have some breakfast and do a drawing.”

Jonathan looked up from his breakfast as Bethany and Marcia entered. 

“Morning, Father. You are up early! Are you going out?”

“Yes, I have business at the mill, then at the Mayor’s office at nine. After that, I will be home as there is much correspondence to answer. Thomas will be home later as he and I must discuss several issues affecting the bakery and the mill. It will be a busy day.”

“Father, I know you are busy, but please consider Mother's need for another maid. With all your work, my marriage in two weeks, and Anne working at the bakery, there will not be enough help. We need the maid soon, as Mother’s health is not improving!” 

“You are right, Beth, and I will have Robinson’s men here today working on the house. They will build the new storeroom and an additional maid’s room. I will put it on my list for today.”

Bethany nodded and cared for Marcia as Jonathan Turner wiped his mouth and left for the bakery. 

At the mill, all was quiet. Jonathan took the opportunity and did a quick walking tour before the engineers started for the day. The mill appeared finished. The engineers had fully installed the engine, and preparations for testing were underway. Jonathan smiled as this would result from two years’ work and investment. Once this mill was operational, they would have an endless supply of low-cost flour for their bakery. 

He next walked through the bulk store and then the bakery. He commenced some planning at his desk, and as he delved deeper, he lost track of time. 

Anne arrived and sat down at the next desk. “Morning, Father, I thought you were seeing the Mayor this morning? “

Hearing Anne’s question, Jonathan realised he would be late. He saw on the clock that it was eight fifty-five, five minutes before he was due at the mayor’s office. 

“Thank you, Anne; I am nearly late. I must go.”

Rushing, he put his coat on and thanked Anne again for reminding him before striding off up the High Street. On his way, he passed Neville.

“Morning, Jonathan!”

“Morning!”

“I say, could we talk? I have just examined the burglar’s body!”

Jonathan stopped. 

“Neville, I’m sorry, but I am late for a meeting. Perhaps I can call on you after lunch. Would that be convenient?”

“Better make it around four in the afternoon at my practice. I have a full day with David Sopwith’s patients. Sorry about that.”

Jonathan was out of time, so he agreed, bid him farewell, and marched towards the mayor’s office. 

Mayor Rupert Smith was waiting and offered him refreshments. Jonathan was craving a coffee and accepted the offer. 

“Jonathan, as I mentioned at Church, I met Sir Hugh South for lunch last week. During our meeting, the questions he asked were very pointed! He asked about you and your family, business interests, and the new mill.” 

“That is strange, as we have no dealings with him!”

“Of course, I gave him a glowing report on your family and how the Council fully supports your new mill.”

“Thank you, Rupert.”

“Jonathan, I would be careful if I were you. He will become the next Earl of Fintelton and, with his large landholdings, will negotiate hard for a good grain price. He will also exert influence on his tenant farmers. I find the chap a bit hard to stomach. His reputation is not good. He is forthright and shows none of the manners of his father. So, if you are planning negotiations with Sir Hugh, you may find it hard going.”

“I understand what you are saying, Rupert. Our aim is not to put anyone out of work or restrict competition. Certainly, with the sales growth we are experiencing, more grain will be required. Most of our grain comes from the west, but I would not be averse if the grain were available closer and at a reasonable price.”

“Jonathan, at least he knows of your good standing in the community!”

“Thank you, Rupert. Now, about this nomination for the Parish Council. I was wondering if we should approach that attorney, Mr Stewart. He is regularly at church, and people speak well of him. He would also add some skills that we do not have presently.”

Rupert and Jonathan spent the next half hour talking about various candidates, and in the end, they agreed they should meet again with Reverend Taggart. Jonathan was glad when the meeting finished as the morning mail awaited him. He was expecting correspondence from the agents in London who were searching for his new Mill Manager. 

The Turner Bakery … 

Standing by her desk, Anne tidied her hair while talking with Audrey Stern about more storage room. They were facing the rear of the building, and turning around, Anne found Robert on the other side of her desk, facing her with a broad smile. 

“Got time for some lunch with an old friend?”

The whole world stopped for Anne; a smiling Robert stood before her. She flew into his arms and hugged him tight, ensuring he was real.

Anne whispered, “Robert, Robert!”

He put his arms around her and hugged her tight. All the young women in the room stopped work and enviously watched. It was an emotional scene as Anne continued hugging Robert.    

Her beautiful hair was under his chin, and he could smell the familiar sweet scent she used. Closing his eyes, he just breathed it in and enjoyed the moment. Then, opening his eyes, he felt the silent smiling watch from all corners of the room. 

“I say, Anne, perhaps we should move along?” He gave a wink, and they all gave happy grins back. 

“Where have you come from, Robert? I thought you were at sea!”

“The Admiralty required my presence in London, and I stopped here on my way back for a quick visit. I don’t have much time as the coach leaves by four bells! Sorry, I meant two o’clock. We can have lunch together if we go to the Fox and Hound now.”

“Yes – let’s do that.” Anne quickly organised her things and briefed Audrey on the next few jobs.

“Let’s go!”

Robert said carefully, “Just one thing before we go. May I purchase a couple of tins of the biscuits, please? I will have a friend with me soon, an acquaintance of yours who is most partial and would enjoy a supply of Turner’s biscuits.”

Anne smiled and gathered three tins of biscuits in a brown hessian bag, “With the compliments of the Turner bakeries! Tell Horace not to eat them all at once!” 

Not forgetting the office staff, Robert gave a friendly wave as they left.  

Walking up High Street at its busiest time, they faded into the crowd. Although Robert was in uniform, he removed his navy hat, so they disappeared amongst the foot traffic. 

“My father is in poor health, so I stop at Fintelton tonight. I made sure we left early this morning to have enough time for this lunch. A lot is happening, so I wanted a few hours with you to talk about the things that matter.”

“I am sorry about your father. Emma visited on Saturday night and told me. Robert, you have a bandage on your hand! What happened?”

“Just an incident onboard ship. It will be better by the time of the wedding. How are Neville and Bethany?”

“They are having an exciting time! The furniture for their house arrives on Friday. Neville would prefer a real bed to a straw mattress on the floor. Robert, there is so much to tell. I don’t know where to start.”

“How about at the beginning? Did dinner go well with Emma? I stayed with her at `Harting’ in London. I understand the dinner changed from our original plan, but Emma said she likes you!”

“What is this `Harting’ you mention? A hotel?”

“No. It is the family residence at St James’s Square in London.”

“Oh!” 

Robert was so intent on talking he missed looking ahead. He bumped straight into a man walking quickly. Luckily, the man saw him in advance and put his hands on Robert’s shoulders, gently stopping him. Robert looked up in surprise!

“I’m sorry …………. Neville!”

“Robert, what are you doing here?”

“I was passing through on my way back from London and thought I would make a quick stop.”

“And spend some time with Anne, I see!”

Robert blushed and was short of words for a moment. Anne took up the conversation.

“We were going for some lunch, Neville. Will you join us?”

“I was having a break between patients and thinking about a quick lunch at the Dart coffee house. You both like the Fox and Hound, but the Dart serves a faster lunch. Why not dine together there, and then I will leave you alone? Probably be a good idea if I act as a chaperone. Ha, Ha!”

Robert saw his point at once. He always found himself so relaxed in Anne’s company that he forgot their society’s requirements. 

“Good thinking, Neville! Sorry, Anne, I forgot about etiquette. Let’s go with Neville and try a new place.”

Anne smiled, took both their hands, and led the way across the street. 

She laughed and said, “Gentlemen, I feel protected against the possibility of any vulgar rumours starting!”   

The dining room of the Dart was quiet, allowing some intimate conversation. Neville was still puzzled over his meeting with James McPherson in the early morning and mentioned it.

“I will be seeing your father this afternoon, Anne. Perhaps he knows who the man was.”

Robert listened with more interest than Anne thought he should, “Is this the son of Hamish McPherson?”

“Yes, I found the fellow’s company particularly amicable until this morning, when his story differed from the stable manager’s.”

“Perhaps he was confused!”

“But who was the man he was talking with, and why not introduce him?”

Anne thought about it and remembered her feelings when she first met the McPhersons in Greenwich. She had cleared her mind of these thoughts and would avoid returning there if possible. 

“As far as I know, the McPhersons are upright, good citizens. Perhaps we should not ask about them any further!”

“True,” said Neville, “But I will discuss it with your father. He may know more. Now, I must leave you two. It would probably be better if you escorted Anne home, Robert. That would look better!”

Robert agreed, and they made their separate ways onto the High Street. 

As Neville left for his surgery, Robert asked, “Anne, have you become friends with Emma?”

“Of course, Robert. She is very dear to me, and I spent some time with your mother. I think she likes me. We toured the town, and they spent much time at Hursts.”

“What is Hursts?”

“It’s my parents’ chain of Tailors and Dressmaking Stores! Neville’s wedding suit is coming from there! I understood you would be wearing your navy uniform.”

“Yes, I will wear my uniform, but I could use a new one for the wedding. Perhaps if I sent an old one to your home, you might arrange for this Tailor’s shop to fit me out for the wedding?”

“Send it as soon as you reach Portsmouth. I am sure they will have it ready in time – but it may require a final fitting.”

“So, you will join me at Fintelton next July?”

“Yes, I feel more confident about it now. Emma and I are planning a dinner party in Guildford. I think she has feelings for Doctor Sopwith.”

“I am surprised.” Robert thought about this for a few moments. “Good on her! It would be quite a move from our society and will not make the parents happy. Yet, I am encouraged that our plan worked well, except for the burglary. I was greatly worried when I heard about it. Ah, but look at the time. I must be off.”

“But Robert, there is so much we need to discuss. I wish we had more time together!”

“The wedding is in two weeks, and I will be here most of that week. So, there will be plenty of time then. I’m afraid there are many more pressing issues now. I pray our plan for next July holds firm, Anne. We will visit the Isle of Wight, and you shall see the ocean. Time will pass quickly, and we shall be there before you know it!”

“The plans are firm, Robert, but it will be long before it happens. Please tell Emma I miss her company and give my regards to your mother. I hope your father is in good health when you arrive at Fintonten?”

“Fintelton! Don’t worry; you will pick it up eventually.” Robert smiled.  

He took her hand and kissed her forehead, “I shall pass your regards on. I shall be back in less than two weeks, Anne!” He was off down High Street towards the Fox and Hound. She stood there watching as he walked away, disappearing amongst the crowd. Anne wondered if that was what it would be like being the wife of a ship’s Captain! Sighing, she turned for home.

The Turner Household …

William Turner was home from school and found the kitchen empty. He whispered, “Now’s our chance for some biscuits!” Then he remembered that Sim was upstairs. The opportunity was too attractive, and he was hungry. Aggie would not serve afternoon tea for a half-hour yet, so he decided not to wait. 

William tiptoed into the butler’s pantry, made himself comfortable on a stool, and removed the biscuit tin lid. He took a biscuit and started munching it. The container was balanced on his lap when his father suddenly appeared around the corner.

The family rule was that no one was allowed in the butler’s pantry except Mrs Jennings and Aggie. Some family members were allowed in during meal preparation if they were helping, but the helpers should eat nothing. 

William looked up, and seeing his father, he dropped the tin of biscuits, spilling them onto the floor and ran. A hand with an iron grip grabbed his arm, and an angry voice said, “Everyone in the family knows the rules. You should have waited until it was time. Now, boy, outside. You know the punishment.”

Jonathan Turner kept his grip on the boy’s arm and took him onto the back verandah. There, he loosened his belt and commenced strapping the young lad on the legs. The rage overwhelmed Jonathan and rose through his body, and he started enjoying the young lad’s screams. What should have been two or three straps of the legs turned into ten and then onwards. Blood poured down the child’s legs as he screamed in pain. Jonathan Turner could not escape the memory of the boy peering into his bedroom as he slapped his wife into submission. His rage took over his body until a firm hand grabbed his arm from behind.

“Enough, Jonathan, Enough!” Neville Bassington fumed as he held Jonathan’s arm with all his might. 

Jonathan stopped and glanced into Neville’s eyes. The man was in a trance, and Neville realised it was not the Johnathan he knew. He was shaking and unaware of his surroundings as if some demon controlled his body.  

William fell on the floor, crying and feeling his legs covered in strap cuts. He whimpered as he lay on the floor with Nosey carefully approaching and then licking William’s face. 

Neville shook Jonathan, breaking him out of the trance. Jonathan’s eyes tried focusing, but he was still not seeing correctly. Then the focus returned, and the stiffness in Jonathan’s body became relaxed. Seeing Neville facing him and gripping his arm, he seemed surprised. When he noticed the blood-stained belt he was holding, he dropped it on the floor.

Neville could see that Jonathan was under control again, and he loosened his grip.

“Where did you come from, Neville?”

“I finished with my last patient, so I thought I would walk up here and save you the trip. It seems just in time! Did you know what you were doing, Jonathan?”

“I was punishing William for stealing biscuits. He must learn there is a reason for the rules.”

“Jonathan, turn around and look at what you have done to your son!”

Jonathan Turner stood there looking at Neville as if not understanding the words. Neville gently turned him around. Jonathan looked down and saw the boy lying whimpering on the verandah floor with blood pouring from the cuts on his legs. The doctor knelt beside William and lifted him, taking him into the kitchen. 

As he passed Jonathan, he said, “I will come and see you after I have bandaged William.”

Neville sat the boy down on a stool, “Don’t worry, Will; I am an expert. Plenty of practice from the Navy! This salty water may hurt a bit as I bathe the cuts.

That will mend them in no time.”

William sat there, shaking. Once again, Neville saw one of Jonathan’s children going into shock. This time by the hand of his father. 

“Beth, Beth, bring a blanket!”

Jonathan Turner sat at his desk in his study. Mrs Jennings brought him a cup of tea, not saying a word as she delivered it. She was afraid of this man.Jonathan sat still, blankly gazing into space.

Neville Bassington realised for the first time that Jonathan was mentally sick. He must find the cause so he might cure Jonathan. A beating like this must never happen again. Beth quietly discussed it with him some time ago, but he thought little of it until now. Witnessing the treatment of the boy and the evil look on Jonathan’s face confirmed something was wrong. 

He knocked on the study door and went in. Neville spoke as a doctor and not as a prospective son-in-law. 

“Jonathan, what came over you, my friend?”

Jonathan sat there in silence and looked at his cup of tea. Then he looked up at Neville and said, “Close the door, Neville!”

Neville moved across and closed it. He then picked up a chair and sat down opposite Jonathan. 

“This conversation is on a doctor and patient basis. I don’t want you talking about it with my family.”

“That may be difficult now that you have beaten William here in your home with them present!”

“You can use your discretion, Neville, but this must remain mostly between you and me.”

“Agreed!”

“My father was a strict disciplinarian. He kept us under control. Richard was beaten the most, but I received my fair share. Over the years, he beat us so much that I hated him and waited for my opportunity for revenge. The chance never came with him, but I found my opportunity at school.

There were several bullies at my school who all strived for dominance. Because I was a baker’s son, a lower class of society, I was in line for much verbal abuse. From day one, it was continual. I was small and a target. It happened all too often. I loved the school but hated the bullies. 

One day, a big student twice my size abused me. He was unaware that I had worked as a manual labourer in the bakery since I was eight. I was as strong as an ox. I was also agile and could outfight anyone I met on the streets. Unfortunately, I also had a temper. On this day, it broke. I turned on this fellow, and he never knew what was coming. If not for the other boys pulling me off, I would have killed him. The problem was that once I started, I enjoyed it. It seems that I cannot stop once my rage ignites. I cannot control it.” Tears formed in Jonathan’s eyes.

He stopped momentarily, calming himself, and took a long breath. Neville knew more was coming.  

“Since then, I have struggled with it all my life. There have been several incidents where I have beaten people to have my way. My worst grievance is that I have often beaten my wife, making her submit to my will. I am now ashamed of it, but I enjoyed it then. The rage takes over, and I am another person.” 

Jonathan stopped and gulped some tea. They both sat in silence. 

Neville brushed the hair back out of his eyes, remembering he needed a haircut. He looked at Jonathan with his depressed posture and his sorrowful face. The man was sorry for his actions. At least he realised there was a problem. Finding a cure would take time. In the interim, Neville must put in place safeguards. 

“Jonathan, you have a problem with the mind. It is not a separate thing, ‘your rage!’ It is you. You decide on your actions, and speaking about this rage as if it is someone else has taken over your body is your imagination. You can overcome this. But I need time to decide on the best treatment.

You and I must agree on some changes that will protect your family. You must reside separately in a room of your own from now on. You will not sleep beside Eleanora until we cure your problem. If you attacked her and lost control, you might kill her. I am sorry, but I must protect your family against this happening. 

Secondly, read a chapter of Proverbs every day, first thing in the morning. Think about the moral rules set out in that book. Consider the decisions you must make and the actions you should carry out to honour these guiding principles. You may think they are outdated, but I assure you they are as relevant now as when Solomon wrote them. Write them on your mind, and as you practice them, they will become a blessing for you.

Also, each day, you must repeatedly say, ‘My rage is myself. I will control it!’ Say this several times a day or as often as you recall it.”

Jonathan looked at him and nodded in agreement. 

“But right now, Jonathan, you must apologise to William for your actions. I will come with you!”

“But he broke the rules!”

“They are dammed stupid rules if they result in you giving your son a disability through a beating! We are only talking about a few biscuits!” Neville lost his temper and then restrained himself. “Jonathan, this is your son, your flesh and blood. He is someone you should cherish. He is your family’s future.”

Jonathan looked up in pain and spoke in a low voice, “He will be the end of me, that boy. I will not apologise. His penalty matched his disobedience.”

Neville could see that Jonathan held a deep resentment towards this child, which was illogical. Jonathan refused to understand how severely he had beaten his son. The man covered the memory with a blanket in his mind and could no longer see it. Despite his lack of training for mental problems, Neville realised that Jonathan must understand now that others were aware of what he had done. There was no hiding the issue now – it was public.

Neville sat back in his chair, considering his next move. There was a danger here – if Jonathan’s rage were let loose again without him knowing the implications, no one would stop him. He might kill the next person. Jonathan must be stopped now. 

“Jonathan, I am worried you may lose your temper again with William. If that happens, I have no choice but to consult outside this family, and much of the matter will become public. This revelation would not benefit your reputation, Jonathan or your businesses. Now, I want an assurance from you that you will comply with what I have asked.”

Jonathan Turner rubbed his eyes and sat up straight. 

“I see you are giving me an ultimatum?”

“Yes, I am! Jonathan! We can cure your sickness together. You may no longer avoid the reality of the situation. Presently, you are a risk to your family and the public, and I cannot let that continue. If you refuse, I will have no choice other than to find an institution and admit you until you demonstrate you are free of this sickness. The process I have recommended must start straight away. Now, let’s go upstairs and see William. Now is when he needs his father, not tomorrow or the next day. This little boy needs his father now, just as much as you need him!”

Jonathan trembled and rubbed the tears out of his eyes. He stood up and followed Neville. He found Beth and Anne talking gently with a shaking William wrapped in a blanket.  

Jonathan kneeled beside the bed, and the girls moved aside a little but not too far. They feared what he might do next. William backed along the bed away from him. He was petrified.  

“William, I am very sorry for what I did!” 

Beth and Anne looked up at Neville in amazement, but Neville put a finger to his mouth.  

Jonathan breathed in deeply, “I lost control, William. I am very sorry for this and ask your forgiveness. I shall never do this again.”

A small voice murmured back, “Yes, Father.”

“Thank you, William!”

With that, Jonathan stood up and left the room. Neville watched as Jonathan walked along the hallway and down the stairs. 

Beth looked at Neville, “I have never seen him apologise to anyone! What did you say that achieved this?”

Neville came into the room and looked at William, warmly rugged in a blanket and yawning. 

“Just settle William down now for a rest. He will be fine for a while. Then come downstairs, and I will speak with you both there.”

William lay down but grunted as he moved his legs. Soon, the need for sleep settled him, and the girls headed downstairs. 

Neville explained the conversation with Jonathan without revealing all the details, “He has a condition of the mind that suppresses his control and ignites his rage. I have seen it in sea captains and other people of authority before. In Jonathan’s case, it can become quite severe and violent. But I am sure it is curable, and he will be capable of controlling it in the future.”

Beth and Anne could relate to Jonathan’s behaviour over the years, which matched Neville's statement. 

“The problem is that left unchecked, the consequences could be fatal. It is quite severe in this case with William, but I fear what would have resulted if I had not accidentally found and stopped him. William may have lost both his legs.”

Neville explained his discussions with Jonathan and the safeguards he was putting in place. He also explained the importance of the household remaining stable and not agitating him. 

“At the moment, he will be full of remorse and needs support. We can cure him, I’m sure, but it will take a long time and a lot of love. I must go and brief your mother. Perhaps you girls could visit his study and reassure him of your love for him. I’m sure he is quite safe now.”

Bethany and Anne looked at each other and gulped. 

“Into the Lion’s Den!” Beth smiled at Anne with unsure eyes. 

Neville saw their reluctance, “He is now feeling very alone and scared about the future. Your love for him will mean everything.”

Anne stood up and started walking downstairs, and Beth kissed Neville and followed. 

Anne knocked at the study door and entered, finding Jonathan sitting, looking down at his trembling hands. She knelt in front of him. Jonathan continued staring at his hands. 

“I have done a terrible thing, Anne, and I am very ashamed!”

Anne put her hands on his knees and then took hold of each of his hands.

Looking into his wet eyes, she said, “Father, remember when I did bad things, and you punished me. I knew I had done wrong; I knew you should punish me, and I cried so much because of my shame. But there was something more important. When the punishment was over, and I stood there crying and hurting, you would always gather me up in your arms and tell me how much you loved me. That’s how I understood what real love was. 

Father, you have a sickness that has caused some of these outbursts. But Neville knows he can cure this rage thing. You will get better.”

The tears poured down Jonathan Turner’s cheeks. Anne had never seen her father cry before. His shame overcame him. 

“Father, we all love you. We forgive you. We want you cured, and we will help you get well. You are our father, and we are your children, and we love you so much.”

Anne leaned forward and hugged her father tight. He, in turn, held her and wept as he had never before. Beth came in and joined, hugging them both.

“We love you so much, Father. We will help you become well!”