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Chapter 11

Hamish McPherson arrived in Guildford late on Wednesday afternoon. He spent some time with his attorneys before joining the Turners for dinner. The occasion was exciting for Eleanora, with two of her children soon to be married. The conversation ebbed and flowed between the engagement, what happened during the children’s stay with the McPhersons and how Marjorie enjoyed having William there.

Once dinner was over, the two men adjourned with a bottle of port, sitting together in Jonathan’s study for a quiet discussion on business plans.

“Eleanora is most excited about the weddings, as we are, Jonathan. Once you have visited the Bassingtons in London, you must come and stay with us in Greenwich. Not fair that young people should have all the fun, eh?”

“That is kind of you, Hamish. We will be there the first weekend in September, so would Monday and Tuesday be a good time?”

“Certainly, Jonathan, I shall put it in my diary, and we shall tour the brewery.”

“Now, speaking of breweries, Hamish, I understand someone acquired a couple of acres on the south side of the river for a construction site. Would this be associated with yourself?”

“Jonathan, that was part of why I came today. I have been planning the expansion of my

business for the last couple of years. There is a lot of synergy between your business and mine. People will always need food and drink, which occurs at least three times a day. So, your bread will never go out of fashion. Neither will my beer. The question is, how do we expand our marketplace?

The population is increasing rapidly in England – far faster than in Scotland. So, I am here where the market is growing. There are ten sites across southern England where I shall build or purchase pubs. I would like you to be an investor in this project. Your part will be the production of bread, pastries and biscuits. My role will be the production of beer. The most significant obstacle standing in our way at present is distribution. Transport!

I propose that we need breweries and bakeries near the population growth centres! Probably more bakeries than breweries as my product has a longer shelf life.”

“I agree. There is no other transport than canal barge, wagon, or coach. I have thought about this same problem for some time, and a fast cart can solve it for a distance of fifteen miles. Once beyond this, you need a horse change, which means a stable.”

“Yes, that’s right, Jonathan, but remember, the pub at Epsom will be established soon, and

there is also Richards at Ewell. If we have a stable at Epsom, we could map out a circumference of twenty miles around Ewell or Epsom. That would reach London.”

“Ewell is eighteen miles from London and then from Ewell...” Jonathan scratched his head. “I

would say Guildford would be another twenty miles!”

“You see what I mean? With stables positioned halfway, we can open the London market daily by cart or coach deliveries. Over time, you could establish a bakery in London. Turner’s bread might become a household name!”

Jonathan sat there thinking – this would be a bold move. He now understood why the contract with Richard at Ewell was so important. With the developments that would follow, the investment in Epsom should be very sound.

Hamish took another sip of port and smiled gently at Jonathan. “A long-term strategy always

pays off, Jonathan. I have three pubs already that I deal with in London. My aim is for twenty-fivein the next three or four years. What would the supply of twenty-five pubs with fresh bread and extras do for your sales?”

Jonathan quickly did a calculation in his head. “It would mean at least another thousand

pounds a week, Hamish. That is just for bread; there would be more for the pastries and

biscuits. I see what you mean.”

Hamish nodded and continued, “The fast carts will do for the early stage, but in time, you need a plan for a bakery somewhere in London. We might inspect a few sites near the pubs I am targeting when you visit. We can discuss finance once the cash flow starts from the pub in Epsom. Until then, we plan for fast carts.”

Hamish poured another glass of port for Jonathan, who sat back in his chair while his mind

counted the money. Hamish McPherson knew he had convinced Jonathan, and now was the

time to approach him about Thomas.

“Jonathan, you are building a steam-driven mill for a good reason. In May of this year, I watched an extraordinary event: a carriage powered by a new engine, driven up Shooters Hill carrying two people¹. No horses are required! Also, last September, I went down from Edinburgh to Darlington and witnessed the opening of what they call a rail line². A steam engine pulled the carts –almost six hundred people loaded on, and the train transported them to Stockton on Tees. Jonathan, it was incredible, and this is just the start. In time, the fast carts or coaches pulled by horses will disappear, and trains and horseless carts will replace them. Mark my words – the steam engine will revolutionise the world. There will be trains between Guilford and London one day, and the travel time will be less than an hour. We must plan for this.”

¹ Samuel Brown, English engineer and inventor, demonstrated his internal combustion engine propelling a vehicle up Shooters Hill on 27 May 1826. Wikipedia.

² The Stockton to Darlington Railway was opened on 27 September 1825, with one locomotive hauling wagons carrying between 450 and 600 people. The railway line was surveyed and built by George Stephenson. Wikipedia.

“Surely, it will never be as quick as an hour. If it were, I agree it would be a revolution.”

Jonathan was amazed by the number of people transported by this steam engine thing.

“I will build my brewery over the next two years and employ a large workforce. It will be good for Guildford and create jobs. This investment will also assist your business. You are building a mill. We can share resources with mechanics and engineers. We can combine stables and

carts for haulage. Jonathan, our progress can be combined, taking great strides before our

competitors understand our strategy.”

Jonathan agreed, “Yes! We must stay ahead of them, ensuring we stay in business. Once I start milling, I expect much opposition from the smaller mills up and down the river. Do you recall what happened at the Albion Mill in London?³ Being mindful of that outcome, I have been cautious about promoting the mill. It will only be a matter of time before the other mills realise they cannot compete on price. Then there is the price of corn. Over time, despite the corn laws, the landowners must see reason. The government must repeal the Corn Laws and reduce the price of grain.”

³ The Albion Mills, Southwark, London was completed in 1786 and was one of the first steam powered flour mills in England. It was highly efficient for the time, with local mills closing, unable to match its productivity and costs. It was gutted by fire in 1791. The cause of the fire was unknown. However, resentment against the changes being created by the advent of steam power, low wages, and the social effects of the industrial revolution in large cities such as London may have influenced the culprits.

Wikipedia.

“It’s a pity we can’t bring the corn in from France, which would cut our costs by twenty-five per cent. Barley is particularly cheap over there!” Hamish was thinking aloud.

“I wouldn’t dwell on that. The Whigs and landholders maintained the corn laws for their benefit and ignore the people of England. It’s criminal when you think that people are starving in the northern cities. I fear that it may end in revolution.”

“When will the Mill commence operations, Jonathan?”

“I’m hoping for final testing in November and then have the mill in full operation from the start

of the new year.”

“So, soon! An exciting time for you?”

“It is! We will be installing the boiler and gears next month.”

“Jonathan, we must talk about Thomas. I took him on a tour of the Woolwich brewery, and he

expressed much interest in the process. You understand I am looking for good people?”

Jonathan sat forward. He immediately knew what was coming, “Hamish, presently Thomas is my right-hand man. I cannot do without him, and he will probably inherit the business.”

Hamish sat back and took a sip of port. “Jonathan, he wants to become a brewer!”

Jonathan was stunned. Thomas must have discussed this in detail with Hamish – who knew

what they had agreed?

“Johnathan, it will be around two years before the brewery is complete. In that time, could you take on a trainee manager and release Thomas in six months or a year?”

Jonathan was uncomfortable with this suggestion, but the comment suddenly reminded him of Eleanora’s advice, ‘Jonathan, Thomas may move on. Build a house of his own. Work

somewhere else.’ He calmed a bit – after all, with Hamish as a mentor, there would be benefits for them all.

“I think that could work, Hamish. Please, another glass of port? My nerves need steadying!”

Hamish poured him a full glass. They toasted Thomas’s good fortune. Then Hamish said,

“Jonathan, Thomas will develop far more skills and may run both businesses in time. He will be quite important for both of us in the future. Thomas will outgrow the brewery job, and we may put him in charge of wider operations.”

Jonathan found merit in this suggestion. Moving from an awful dread that Thomas had deserted him to Thomas being an ally in long-term business development. In a few minutes, Jonathan realised he was not losing but gaining a valuable partner.

“Hamish, the idea of Thomas working for you has come as a surprise. But you have opened a new vision for my business. My business plans are parochial at best, and I now understand the reasons for the pub at Epsom. I started experimenting with steam power purely for productivity, but you have explained the changes steam power will make in our lives. It is frightening but also exciting. I agree that we will miss a huge opportunity if we do not start planning now. Thomas has my blessing for his move, but you must assure me that our companies will work together. I will rely heavily on you in this expansion, so I must have your commitment.”

“Jonathan, you have my commitment. After all, our bond is by the marriage of our younger ones. We will see this through together. Along the way, there will be others who will join our company. Our first challenge will be establishing Epsom quickly. The cash flow from Epsom will allow the launching of other pubs.”

“I agree, and some stables are there for the cart operations until these so-called steam-

powered trains appear. They run on plateways, do they?”

“No, they run on rails of cast iron. The carts have wheels with flanges that run inside the rail. It is ingenious and will mean far greater speed as the engine develops. The Stockton engine reached speeds of fifteen miles an hour. Can you imagine a train taking six hundred people between London and Epsom in just over an hour? I tell you, Jonathan, the race is on for these things – it will change the world!”

“Hamish, if they could lay a track from Guildford to London, we could finish the bake at four in the morning and have it fresh in London by six. The faster the engine, the earlier the delivery. Distance does not become a barrier anymore. But what about this horseless carriage you saw at Shooters Hill? Surely that would be even better than engines on rails?”

“It was most impressive, but the cost is prohibitive. It will never be viable. Imagine the panic if horses met one of these things on the road. No, they will never catch on! Never!”

“Perhaps not Hamish, but who knows what will happen in the future? But you’re right; we need young people like Thomas exploring and integrating these ideas.”

“I am glad we have settled this. I will tell Thomas that he may start with me next year and that you will be training staff between now and then, so he is not missed.” Then Hamish changed the subject. “Eleanora will be happy with this, Jonathan?”

“She will indeed. She was wondering how Thomas would be supporting a wife.”

“They will be fine, and Marion will have an allowance, so she shall lack nothing. I will arrange

the building of a manager’s house in Guildford. Now tell me, Jonathan, how is Eleanora? I recall when we were here last time, she suffered a fall and being with a child, this could have been quite serious?”

“She is recovering well; all the good news has excited her and given her new vigour.”

Hamish thoughtfully took another sip of port, “That is good. Both you and I would not want her injured again, would we?” Hamish gave Jonathan a knowing glance.

“No, Hamish!” A cold shiver ran down Jonathan’s spine. This man knew of his secret. But how? All the suppressed guilt he was managing re-emerged. His mind flashed back to the incident. He saw himself raising his hand against his loving wife. It was an action he would never repeat, yet he was guilty. He could not forgive himself, the guilt making him shiver.

From the change in facial expression, Hamish detected that Jonathan understood that he was referring to his secret. He changed the subject.

“Jonathan, I must tell you about Marion’s mother before you meet the prospective in-laws.

Jennifer Steele’s health has been failing for some time. Her memory has gone, and she does not recognise anyone. It is a sad situation, with the disease slowly decreasing her strength.

Alexander is Marion’s father, and he is not coping well. He misses Jennifer now that she is in

care. It is not sympathy that he needs but more like fellowship. Alex has three sons, and they

have turned on him, wanting their mother cared for at home. He does not have the resources for this and cannot cope with the emotional drain. You may find him hard and a little strange at times. If you allow some patience with him, you will find him good company. During your stay, we will have dinner with Alexander and his family. Thomas will enjoy meeting with them again.”

“Thank you, Hamish, for forewarning me. It sounds like a sad situation. Will Jennifer be

attending the dinner?”

“I don’t think so, but she will probably attend the wedding. It may prove difficult as she can

become violent at times. I believe they keep her sedated. Marion will want her there if possible.”

“It would be good for Marion, but perhaps we will need a special place for her mother.

Tomorrow, Hamish, I have booked an appointment for you and myself with Mayor Smith at

eleven in the morning. Having Thomas as the brewery manager will certainly smooth your entry as a member of the Guild.”

The revelation that Thomas would be the brewery manager in Guildford changed Jonathan’s plan to assist Hamish with his Guild membership application. The Guild seldom accepted non-residents. With Thomas being a long-term resident, this should ease the task. As he sipped his port, he quietly reflected on how shrewd an operator Hamish McPherson was. Thomas’s proposal convinced Jonathan that Thomas was head over heels in love with Marion. But was he? Perhaps Hamish signed Thomas up, knowing it would assist his entry into commerce at Guildford. He was unsure and required more reflection on this possibility, but time was the one thing he was short of these days.

The Return of the Young People to Guildford ...

Thomas, Anne, and William left Greenwich early Thursday morning as Anne insisted they finish the journey in one day. Their departure planned for Wednesday was delayed, placating Marion and Mrs McPherson, who insisted they remain an additional day. Anne was relieved, keen on avoiding James McPherson, soon due. The farewells were long and sorrowful, with Marion begging Thomas for another visit, and he was more than willing to fulfil her request. Mrs McPherson shared kisses and hugs, and William cuddled the dogs who rushed around him with much tail wagging and licking.

Mrs McPherson took Anne aside and gave her a hug and more advice. “Anne, Marion thinks of you as a sister now, so you will always be welcome here. Remember, Dear, do not hurry into any relationship with some young man. You are young and free, and there is plenty of time yet. What a pity James did not arrive earlier. He will be here tonight and disappointed that you are gone.”

Anne sighed with an understanding smile and said, “Thank you, Mrs McPherson. You have been most kind!”

Standing beside Nanny Jones, William felt sad about leaving Red Socks and Boiler but then

remembered Snups and grinned as he imagined how excited the dog would be at their reunion. He took a breath and, in a big voice, said, “I am sorry for knocking you out, Nanny, but it was an accident. It seems I come from a family that has accidents. They turn out all right in the end, though. My father accidentally hit my mother, but she has recovered now. Just like you. Thank you for being my friend while we were here.”

Nanny Jones was surprised by the comment, “I have enjoyed your company, William. I hope we see you again soon. Be good on the trip and do all those drawings I have made for you. Anne will write and tell me your progress once you are home.”

William smiled. He had no intention of doing drawings – he would be watching the scenery

outside the coach window. He shook her hand and bounded into the coach.

With that, the others boarded. There was much waving as the coach rounded the corner, and then the McPhersons were gone. Anne leaned back against the seat and gave a long, deep breath of relief. She smiled at Thomas and said, “I am very pleased for you, Thomas, but I am thankful we will be home soon.”

William chirped up, “I will miss Red Socks and Boiler, but Snups and Mother and Father will be excited!”

“Perhaps Mother but not Father!” Thomas wondered how he would explain his decision to

become a brewer.

The carriage quickly exited Greenwich and progressed along Queens Road and London.

Throughout the day, each of them shut their eyes, even William! Anne imagined standing

alongside Captain South on the quarter deck, wind in their hair, the sea spray from the bow and the crew's shouts from overhead as they handled the sails, their ship ploughing out into the Atlantic. William dreamed he was hanging from the rigging, bandana on his head, sword in one hand, waving it fiercely at the pirates they were chasing. Thomas shut his eyes and saw himself tasting a batch of his brewed beer – it tasted good. He woke in a start, feeling thirsty.

Despite protests from William about seeing Uncle Richard, they stopped for a late lunch at

Epsom and changed the horses. They avoided Ewell, sure that visiting Uncle Richard’s family would involve a long delay – time they could not afford. Finally, at about seven in the evening, the coach headed into Guildford, down High Street and pulled up outside the Turner house.

William jumped from the carriage, and as the front door burst open and his mother came out,

he flew into her welcoming arms.

“Mother, Mother, I saw a real sailing ship. It was huge!” William closed his eyes as he felt the

warmth and love of his mother.

“My little boy, I have missed you so much!” She kissed him on the cheek and gave him another hug. Jonathan Turner patted his son on the back, then walked down the stairs and assisted Anne with her cases. Thomas approached his father, and they shook hands.

“Congratulations, Thomas. We are pleased for you and Marion.”

“Thank you, Father. How did you hear? I was sorry you and Mother were not there when Mr

McPherson made the announcement, but I thought perhaps Marion could come and stay, and we would have a special dinner here and announce it again.”

“Splendid Thomas! Now go and greet your mother. It has given her a new lease on life.”

Anne kissed Jonathan, “It is good to be home, Father. I was surprised by how large London was and how majestic the navy ships were. But I did miss you all!”

“We missed you, Anne. You must explain how you do those figures each day so quickly. I

struggled with them while you were away. I am glad you have returned. The figures are all yours now.”

Anne beamed – this was a lovely greeting, and she felt their relationship was closer now than in a long time. He seemed changed, and she liked it. She bounded up the stairs, carrying a bag in each hand and hugged her mother, “Mother, there is so much to tell.”

“Please tell me all, and I will tell you our news. Welcome home, Darling. There is so much news, and Beth will return home on Saturday afternoon. The Uptons have hired a new governess who took over while Beth was here. We shall all be together again! I think Neville is coming as well.”

It was an evening of stories and excitement as they shared the tales of London. Thomas and

William were in bed by eight o’clock as William was exhausted, and some urgent work

demanded Thomas at the bakery early the following day. Jonathan left Anne alone with her

mother in the parlour and tackled the paperwork on his desk.

“Anne, from what you have said, you saw Robert twice, or was it three times? What a

coincidence. Was he well?”

“I know what you are asking, Mother! Yes, he was well, and we had many talks. He is a

wonderful young man, and I enjoyed meeting his Captain and the Admiral. The dinners were a great surprise, and I had never met so many people of such high rank. I am sure Robert likes me a lot, but it is sometimes hard to understand his thinking. At times, he seems miles away.”

“And what about you, Anne? Do you like him?”

“I love him so much, Mother. If he asked, I would fall into his arms and never leave him. But

there is some problem. I am unsure of what it is. But he said we were both young and should meet again next year. He plans to meet at Fintelton Manor next July with Bethany and Neville as chaperones. Robert seems very worried about his family and how they meet me.”

“Anne, I think I understand the problem. You see, he is the son of an aristocrat. Even though he is the second son and will not inherit the estate, his family will still expect a marriage of

advantage for him. That means a young lady with breeding and money. Robert has planned a slow introduction so his parents know you before showing his hand.”

“But mother, Robert is not like that. He is practical, like us. There is no display of the pride that aristocrats have. He likes me as a person. I am sure he will marry someone he loves and not for money. He is doing very well in the navy, so he will be free to marry whom he likes.”

“I am not sure about that, my Dear. The sacrifice forced upon Robert may be significant if he

marries beneath his family’s expectations. I am sure he loves his family and desires their

continuing support. Mind you, plenty of men marry for money and then have a mistress they

love.”

Anne was not pleased with her mother’s comment. “Mother, I will never be a mistress!”

“I would not suggest that, and I am glad you are totally against it. The consideration of your position is quite correct. You are a gentleman’s daughter and shall have a gentleman for your husband.”

Anne relaxed, glad that she had misunderstood her mother. She sighed, “I miss him already!”

Eleanora could see Anne was madly in love with this young man, Robert, and there would be no happiness for her until he settled it. What concerned her was whether Robert felt for Anne or not. He would not be the first aristocrat who misused a young lady. She was glad Bethany’s wedding was coming up, giving Anne a different outlet.

“Neville and Beth were here last Sunday afternoon. They will be married soon after mid-

October. The ceremony will be here in Guildford, and the reception at the Fox and Hound. It will be a fine wedding, Anne, and I expect Bethany will want you as a bridesmaid.”

“I was wondering when the wedding would be. Robert is the best man!”

“They must be close, those two?”

“Yes, they served together for many years. Robert also seems very friendly with Captain Foster, who joined us for dinner one night. I think it is likely that it will be a large guest list. Perhaps father will serve Turner’s bread and water; otherwise, father will go broke.”

They laughed and talked about the preparations, dresses, and guests. Finally, Anne said,

“Mother, at times, while staying at the McPherson’s house, I felt as if they were manipulating

us. I was uneasy, but then perhaps I imagined it.”

While Anne spoke, Jonathan Turner entered the room and sat down. He heard the comment but said nothing.

Eleanora, quite surprised, inquired, “How did you arrive at this conclusion, Anne?”

“Thomas and Marion announced their engagement so quickly. It seemed prearranged! Then,

Mrs McPherson started giving me marital advice and described her son James, who was arriving from Scotland today. It appeared as if she was matchmaking.”

Jonathan became interested, “And did this, James, appear?”

“No, we left before he arrived.”

Jonathan sat there, thinking while the women talked about the McPherson family and their

achievements. Jonathan remained worried about Hamish’s comment on Eleanora’s health.

Somewhere, there was a source feeding him information.

“Anne, who looked after William while you were there?”

“He was with Nanny Jones and me most of the time.”

Eleanora looked up, “Nanny Jones?”

“Yes, Mrs McPherson hired a nanny for William. At her age, she felt the need for assistance. It was a good idea. The Nanny was a nice young lady and suited William well. They played games in the bedroom before bed each night. It pleased me, as I was left free for the evenings.”

Jonathan thought about this and asked, “Did William become friendly with anyone else?”

“Besides Mr and Mrs McPherson, no. They did have a couple of dogs, Red Socks and Boiler, that he played with. They became great friends.”

Jonathan agreed that this was harmless enough. Strangely, he also shared Anne’s feelings. He deferred any discussion on the subject as he desired this union between Thomas and Marion. The business benefits flowing from it would be significant for both families.

“Look at the hour! I think you should be in bed, my Dear.”

Eleanora was becoming tired, but she enjoyed the reunion with Anne immensely. “Just a few

more minutes, Jonathan and I will go up. I need a little more time with Anne.” Jonathan was tired himself and wished them a good night.

“I am glad you are back, Anne and that you will take over the figures again tomorrow. Sleep well. I will talk with you at the bakery in the morning.”

Anne grinned at him, “Perhaps Father if you pay me a little more?”

“Yes, I probably should, but remember, I am also saving for your dowry!” They laughed. He

kissed them both, excused himself and trudged off upstairs.

“Now, mother, tell me about your health and the baby?”

In the morning ...

William woke early, noticing Thomas was gone, and Simeon slept peacefully. Snups wagged his tail when he saw movement on William’s bed.

“Good boy, Snups! You would love Red Socks and Boiler.”

Snups rushed and jumped on William, giving him a lick on the cheek in exchange for a rub

around the ears. “Would you like a walk, boy?” Snups knew what this meant and ran to the

door and back. “Ok! Wait till I find my clothes.”

In the kitchen, William found his father having breakfast. The enticing aromas of eggs and

sausage garnished with parsley from the garden tempted him. William desired a run with Snups but now had second thoughts. Jonathan Turner looked closely at him.

“Where are you going, William?”

“Just taking Snups for a walk, Father.”

“That is good, but breakfast with me before you go. Aggie, would you please serve William some sausage and eggs? A sausage for Snups as well, please, Aggie!”

William licked his lips. He was a growing lad, and food was always welcome.

Aggie nodded and darted off for the eggs. The sausages were already cooked and stored in a bain-marie on a side table in the kitchen. While Aggie readied William’s breakfast, Jonathan made the most of his opportunity.

“So, what did you do while in Greenwich, William? It looks like you have grown a bit taller.”

“We saw the navy ships and went on a picnic at a castle. There was shopping in London and

walking along the riverbank. The Wey is a far cleaner river than the Thames, Father.”

“Yes, it is! The Thames is dirty because of all the people who live there. So, when you were at home, what did you do?”

“I stayed most of the time with Nanny Jones. Most days, we went up onto the roof. They have a viewing platform up there with a telescope. Sometimes, we played pirates, and Nanny Jones would read pirate stories. I saw Robert and Neville there one night, and at the picnic, Robert had races with me. He can run so fast.”

“Did anyone else do anything with you – Like Mr McPherson or Mrs McPherson?”

William swallowed his first egg and sausage and thought, “I didn’t see much of Mr McPherson at all, but Mrs McPherson went with us on most of the London trips. She is funny and talks about everything. We did walk the dogs one day with Mr McPherson and Thomas, and Jenkins also came. But Mr McPherson was slow and had trouble keeping up. I think he is older than he looks.”

“Ah huh, and who is this Jenkins fellow?”

“He is the butler and takes care of Red Socks and Boiler. He was nice – we were good friends.”

“Hmm, Jenkins was the butler, eh! Did you go out with him with the dogs more than once?”

“Yes, we went out every morning for an hour walking them. The dogs are so fast, Father; they are Hungarian hunting hounds. You would love them. Jenkins told me about his childhood, how he always had dogs, and much about his life in London.”

“I see. Did this Jenkins fellow ask about our family, William?”

“Yes, every day, he was so interested. We had lots of conversations. He asked all about

bakeries and what we did. He also asked about Guildford, as he has never been here. He let me hold the dogs’ leashes daily, and I let them loose for their runs.”

“Thank you, William. You may walk Snups when you finish breakfast, but don’t be too long. Sim will be glad of your company today.”

William cleaned his plate and said, ‘Thank you, Father.” Then he dashed out with the dog, who carried a sausage in its mouth. 

Jonathan Turner sat back in his chair and thought about Jenkins, the butler. Perhaps Anne was correct; there was more than coincidence involved here. 

Aggie said, “Would you like more breakfast, Mr Turner?”

“No thanks, Aggie, that was ample, thank you.”

“Mr Turner, pardon me, Sir, but I couldn’t help overhearing the conversation with William. Sorry, Sir, but it seems like this Jenkins fellow knows everything about this family now!”

“I think you’re right, Aggie; I think you are right! I will be with Thomas at the bakery if I am

Needed.”

“Yes, Mr Turner.”

Jonathan Turner grabbed his coat and made his way down High Street towards the bakery. As he passed the corn market, he saw his bakery carts were already in place, and his bakery shops further down the street were opening. He walked on, thinking about what William might have told Jenkins. A skilled butler would easily milk a young boy. At his age, William would blurt out information without thinking.

He walked on, nodding to the occasional acquaintance. The shopkeepers were setting up their displays for another busy day in this growing town. He also noticed a contingent of red

uniformed soldiers down by the docks. They must have come up from the Chilworth powder

factory. He wondered why the army was here in strength.

Anne’s comment last night worried him, but he had limited time for discussion this morning.

Walking towards the bakery entrance, Mr Stanley Percival, one of the engineers installing the new mill boiler, appeared, waved, and walked over.

“Mr Turner, we must talk urgently. It is about the foundations for the boiler. One section needs a slight adjustment, and it affects the levels. Would you have time for an inspection? I need a quick decision so we don’t delay today’s work.”

“Certainly, Mr Percival. Just let me drop my coat into the office, and I shall come straight

down.”

Jonathan knew today would be busy. His discussions with both Anne and Thomas must wait

until tonight.

The Turner Household, Guildford ...

Clementine’s voice boomed out instructions towards the boys at breakfast, ensuring they

cleared their plates before finishing. She hated cleaning up after them. Madeline carefully

managed Marcia, restricting the spreading of egg and sausage everywhere. Aggie was busy

washing up the breakfast dishes and equipment in the scullery as Mrs Jennings returned with Mrs Turner’s tray.

Seeing the housekeeper return, Aggie said loudly, “Do you think Mrs Jennings that Mr Turner will hire a Nanny for Marcia? Perhaps the one that looked after William in Greenwich?”

“Aggie, why don’t you ask him yourself? I’m sure he would be happy with your advice!” She

laughed and made for the pantry to check what was needed. Clementine would often pick up

items for the household after breakfast on her morning walk, taking the children to school.

Putting down her list, Mrs Jennings responded to a knock at the front door. List in hand, she

walked along the hallway and opened the front door. A rider presented a special delivery note for Mrs Eleanora Turner. She thanked the rider and gave him a penny for his troubles. He winked and was off.

Mrs Jennings looked closely at the letter and saw it was from Mrs Marjorie McPherson. As it

arrived by a rider, she assumed it was important and took it straight upstairs. Eleanora Turner was still asleep. In the last few weeks, she suffered again from a lack of energy, and the tiredness increased each day. It was now usual that she rose late in the morning.

Gently covering Mrs Turner’s arms and shoulders, Mrs Jennings ensured she would remain

warm. Despite the sun shining in the window from the east, the room was colder than usual this morning; it seemed that autumn might be coming a bit early this year. Mrs Jennings left the note on Mrs Turner’s bedside table. She noticed it was dated yesterday when the children left the McPhersons in Greenwich. Mrs Jennings was now in her twentieth year of service with the Turner family and understood this might indicate a visit.

She caught Clementine’s eye on entering the kitchen, “Don’t worry about the shopping this

morning. We may have visitors soon, so I might give you a larger order later. You may take

Simeon, William, and Madeline for a walk when you go.”

Clementine nodded in agreement and walked off quickly, eager to finish some chores before

the errand later.

At the Turner Bakery ...

Jonathan Turner finished with the builders around nine thirty and was now in his office. He

found Anne sitting at her desk, sorting out all the paperwork. No one else was in the office, so a confidential talk was possible.

“Anne, you will recall that you mentioned last night being uncomfortable at the McPhersons.

Would you tell me more about this?”

“It’s just that everything seemed arranged in advance. Even Thomas agreed it was Marion

proposing to him rather than Thomas popping the question. Also, Mr McPherson offered him a job as a brewer the day after – why would he do that? Thomas knows nothing about brewing. He must have considered and decided this beforehand!”

Jonathan listened carefully. He knew from experience that Anne’s perception was better than

most realised. She sensed danger when others ignored it. Considering this, he was unsure if the threat was real or if they were both imagining something sinister.

“Father, I know you have made business arrangements with Mr McPherson, but all I would say is be careful. I feel uneasy about the relationship!”

“Did William spend much time with this butler, Jenkins?”

“Yes, every day they were walking the dogs. They seemed good friends by the end of our stay.Jenkins was out on the front steps as we left, waving goodbye. I know I am unfamiliar with servants, but I thought it strange that the butler waved goodbye.”

“Perhaps it is the way that the McPhersons treat their staff. I hear they are very fair to them.

They make sure all the children of their staff have good schooling. Certainly, it is a generous

attitude for today. They seem such good people, but I, too, at times, have my doubts. However, a hefty investment is made in this relationship, so we must not judge them too quickly.”

Anne smiled in agreement and waited for her father’s next words. There was nothing further,

and she saw his thoughts were now elsewhere. She recommenced working on the figures and smiled as she saw increased sales. If this continued, they would be rich indeed.

Thomas spent the remainder of the day rearranging the bakery supervisors. Jeb Hiscock was thankful for his promotion. Thomas worked with the new bakery manager on the other

appointments.

Later in the afternoon, Jonathan explained the importance of starting this transition. Thomas

agreed, understanding how his role was already changing.

“This must work for us, Thomas! With our business sharing resources with McPherson Brewing, we may achieve some significant cost savings. Also, the access they allow you will help us understand their operations. I am sure James McPherson will be doing the same thing.

Meet with James soon and find out where he sits in their network. I am sure Hamish will only

trust people he knows well, so I want you in Greenwich to develop that trust relationship.”

Thomas listened and asked, “So I should spend more time there? But what about training Jeb?”

“Yes, I want you in Greenwich. I only gave Jeb the job because I knew he was across everything. He can easily handle the bakery. What we need is an engineer for the mill. The enquiries will be my job and yours until we can find someone. There is an engineering firm in London that specialises in breweries. Our new mill will use similar machines, so I need them to find us an engineer. I have a few other options, but let us wait and see - we have some time up our sleeves. A discussion with Hamish about engineers will not hurt either.”

“Perhaps I might find an engineer for you in Greenwich or Woolwich. Marion’s father has in-

depth knowledge in this area. We should consult him as well.”

“Only if you consider it wise!”

“This will suit me well, father, as it means more time spent with Marion before we marry. One of my concerns is if Marion will adapt to living in Guildford. It will be quite a change for her.”

“There is an easy answer, my boy. Children!”

“Ah.........!” Thomas was more than willing to accept this proposal.

“Now, Thomas, there is another issue. It seems the McPhersons are confident in you and want you with Marion. However, the comments from Anne have disturbed me. I am investing a lot of money in these ventures, so I need more information on what they do in Scotland.

Befriending Hamish’s son, James, is now a priority. Don’t go in too hard, but take it slowly. Invite him out to drink and pay the bills. Let him get tipsy and then quietly ask some interesting questions. You know the process – you have seen me do it enough. Now it is your turn. 

I enjoy you being here, son, but I now think it would be advisable if you were beside Marion in Greenwich very soon.”

“I agree, Father. I have been wondering how they have made so much money. It will be a

pleasure, and I shall do it quietly. You shall have your information before you know it.”

“Thank you, Thomas!” Jonathan chose his next words carefully.

“Thomas, one final piece of advice. When you return, Mrs McPherson will set a date for the

wedding. Encourage her on a date as soon as possible. You see, women can be a fickle. It may be time that you cemented the relationship. I am sure you know what I mean. Find a time and place where the family or servants will not discover you. It will be difficult to unwind the marriage once this is complete.”

Thomas looked at his father with a puzzled expression. Then he said, “Father, I am marrying

Marion because I love her. There is no need for this suggestion. I prefer doing this the right way!”

“Thomas, I applaud your sentiments and agree with you. However, I think you may find the

suggestion may come from Marion sooner than you think. All I am saying is that if it does, play the game! There is much at stake here. Let this remain between you and me. Please come and discuss it with me in the future if needed. Whichever way, I will be happy for you both.”

Thomas said, “I will keep it in mind, Father!”

At the Turner Household ...

As Jonathan arrived home, Eleanora sat in the parlour with a cup of afternoon tea.

“Jonathan, this note arrived by express from Marjorie McPherson after you left this morning. She advises that Neville will visit the Uptons in Woking on Friday evening and return with Bethany here on Saturday. Marjorie asks if it would be acceptable if Marion came with them and stayed for a week. They will arrange a coach for her return the following Sunday. She says Marion misses Thomas something terrible, and the week here would be most beneficial. There is no need for a reply as Marjorie has made the arrangements, and Neville will drop her off on Friday afternoon. Neville will be staying at the Fox and Hound.”

Jonathan was surprised but not upset. After all, they would soon be in-laws and Marion, their daughter-in-law.

“It seems Marjorie decided for us. We must send an express post back confirming the

arrangements. Of course, she will arrive this afternoon, so the message will not arrive in time, but it will comfort Marjorie that the arrangements are well received. I wonder who else travels with Neville as it says ‘them’?”

“Perhaps it is Robert! But say nothing, Jonathan; otherwise, Anne will be most disappointed if he does not arrive.”

Eleanora was pleased with the arrangements but became alarmed, “Where will we put Marion? She will need a room. Perhaps we could put her in with Anne. It will only be a week. But Jonathan, this may happen again in the future.”

“Yes – we need a bigger house until we can marry some of them off. I think I will get Robinson in and have two extra bedrooms put in on the first floor. There is plenty of room out the back, and it will allow for additional servant rooms underneath. I will call on him as I visit the post office. Would you write a letter, Dear? Then I will be off?”

“Thomas will be so happy that Marion is coming. This time, I will become better acquainted as well. Perhaps they will set the wedding date.”

“The visit may prove very timely, indeed! Eleanora, I think you may find Marjorie has a date in mind already, and it will only require our confirmation! I suspect the McPhersons are excellent at planning!” Recalling the conversation just past, he considered the possibility of a return visit for Thomas.

“My Dear, given it is only a short time, perhaps I could move back in with you for the week, and Marion might have the guest room. You have my word that I am a reformed man.”

“I will take you on your word, Jonathan, but only for a week and on the condition that you bring me an early morning cup of tea each day. But only for a week, Jonathan – I want those extra bedrooms built soon.”

Jonathan was happy with that, “I will let you talk with the staff and arrange the bedding. Now the note and I will be off.”

Once Jonathan was armed with the note, he headed for the kitchen. “Mrs Jennings, from

Sunday onwards, I would like an early morning cup of tea for Mrs Turner, please, at seven. Make that two, please, as I will join her.”

Walking out into the bright August sun, he noticed a chilly breeze blowing westward. Pulling on his coat, he strode off towards the builder’s office. Indeed, the last two weeks saw events that were changing their lives. This coming week might prove even more eventful.

At the McPherson Residence, Greenwich …

“Marion, Dear! Let us have a little talk before Neville’s carriage arrives.”

“Yes, Mrs McPherson, I am excited about staying with the Turners.”

“Marion, you are now officially engaged, and we are pleased about this. As you know, Mr

McPherson has become a business partner with Mr Turner. A lot of investment is committed

here, and you will benefit greatly.” Marjorie then spoke slowly, making it clear.

“It is important that this marriage goes ahead. Thomas is a good catch, Marion, and he must be kept secure!”

“Why, Mrs McPherson, Thomas and I are so in love. Why should I lose him now?”

“Sometimes these things can go wrong - not by your own doing, but who knows, things

happen.”

“Oh!”

“There will probably be tender moments while you are at Guildford, and opportunities might

arise when you are alone. Perhaps even the chance of cementing the alliance. You understand what I mean, Dear?”

Marion was not slow on romance and was immediately aware of her aunty’s suggestion, “I

thought we should wait until after the wedding. Wouldn’t this be the proper way?”

“Yes, Dear – that’s correct. But once you have cemented the alliance, there will be no going

back. And we want the two families connected. No one will be disappointed, as they will not

know, will they?’

Marion was becoming a bit uncomfortable with this situation. She nodded obediently in

agreement.

“Good girl! I will confirm the wedding date with the Archdeacon for the third weekend in

November. If we hold off further, we may miss booking until after Christmas. It will be such a

wonderful occasion. Off you go and get ready. That’s a good girl.”

Marion was amazed her Auntie would ever suggest such a thing. Was this what happened when people married? Or were there purely business arrangements involved? Relieved that she would spend the next week in Guildford, she set her mind at rest about her aunt’s comments.

After all, Thomas was the one with whom she would spend the rest of her life, not Marjorie

McPherson.