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At Guildford ...

William was a long way from the voice calling him. It was Mother, and she sounded concerned. Poor mother was so unwell, and he saw less and less of her. ‘William?’ the calling came again. He tried calling out but found his voice would not respond. His legs were like lead. Should he sit up? Which way was up? With bubbles drifting up around him, it felt like he was underwater. Up above, he could see some light. As he floated up, the water became warmer. He needed breath! He tried calling out again, but nothing would come out. His head broke the surface, and he breathed in deeply. It was refreshing. Then, a violent flash of light in his eyes made him shut

them tight.

Anne stirred in her sleep. Rolling over, she lay there in the warm bed, dreaming about Robert. He must be in Portsmouth by now and on his new ship. How wonderful he must look in his new captain’s uniform. She smiled as she thought of herself in a beautiful dress, hat and ribbons floating in the breeze. Walking out on the pier, she waved to him as his ship passed. He returned the wave and then pointed behind her. His face was concerned as he yelled, ‘Watch out!’ What

should she do? What was wrong?

Anne opened her eyes with a start. The extra covers were too hot, and she was sweating. Pulling them off, she heard a faint noise close to her. The door of her room creaked as it was slowly opened, letting in soft light.

“Is that you, Clemmie?” she called out.

The noise of footsteps, softly running along the hall, quietly disappeared down the stairs. A chill came over her as her mind started racing. It sounded like someone was in the house and had left her door half open. She knew only the girls, and herself were on this floor. The boys were on the floor above, but no sounds came from up there. Despite her fear, she decided – she must get up and investigate. It was not Mrs Jennings or Aggie; they would have answered her call. She was convinced now a burglar was in the house.

Carefully rising from her bed and putting on her dressing gown, she crept forward silently and slowly opened the door. There was no one in the hallway. Nothing! No sounds, no movements. She checked the girls and found them all asleep. Tentatively moving into the hallway again, she could make out the stairwell in the dull light. A faint glow from the floor below misted at the bottom of the rails. Anne decided someone was down there with a candle burning. It must be Mrs Jennings or Aggie up early. She peered down over the landing and called.

“Mrs Jennings? Aggie?”

There was no reply. Then the back door, outside the mudroom, banged shut with the sound of at least two people running off. The steps were heavy as if they were carrying something. That was not normal. It must be burglars! Creeping down the stairs, hoping they were all gone, she saw no one. Moving into the kitchen, she lit a candle and gasped. Mrs Jennings and Aggie were sitting in their nightgowns, bound, gagged and blindfolded.

Mrs Jennings’s head was on one side as if asleep. Aggie was awake, wrestling with the ropes and moaning as she chewed at the gag across her mouth.

Anne stood there in shock, taking in the scene. Snapping out of it, she rushed across, clawing at Aggie’s ropes. She slipped the blindfold off easily, but the gag was different. They had packed Aggie’s mouth with material, and a tight yarn wound around her mouth and head held the gag fast. Anne was strong, but she was having difficulty finding any way of undoing the knot.

There was only one way; she must cut it. She opened the drawer where the knives were kept and found it empty. The burglars had littered the floor with kitchen utensils. She needed more light! Anne grabbed a candle near the warm stove and stuck the wick end in the embers, blowing on them. The candle came to life.

With more light, she found a knife. She slowly started putting it under the yarn of Aggie’s gag so that it would cut from the inside. The maid’s eyes enlarged as Anne struggled with the task. Thankfully, the knife was sharp and cut cleanly through the rope. It finally fell, and Anne quickly pulled all the material from Aggie’s mouth.

Aggie coughed and spluttered for a full minute or two, taking deep breaths before she could talk. Her first words were, “Don’t worry about me. Help Mrs Jennings.” But Anne was already halfway through the rope, binding Aggie’s arms. She cut the rope and quickly unwound it, setting Aggie free. They quickly worked on Mrs Jennings, who was unconscious. Anne grabbed the knife again and moved towards her. Aggie screamed, “No, it’s a sailor’s knot. Look, it is easy if you know how!”

Aggie grabbed the rope, twisted it backwards, and then pulled. The knot fell apart.

“How did you know that?”

“My brother – he is in the navy!”

Anne quickly removed the gag from Mrs Jennings while Aggie undid the rope, holding her on the chair. As they released her, the little lady slumped sideways and would have fallen heavily on the floor if not for Anne restraining her. They lay her down comfortably and then checked her breath.

“She is breathing!”

“Good, now get a pillow, Aggie, for her head and don’t leave her while I check the rest of the house.”

Anne was still not sure if any of the burglars were inside. She yelled up the stairs, “William, Simeon, come quickly! William, Simeon!”

She heard some movement from the boys’ room and assumed they were both coming. She crept down the hallway and in through the doorway of the parlour. William lay on the ground, quite still and bleeding from the skull. He was unconscious.

“My Lord! Aggie, come quickly! Please come quick!”

She knelt beside him, checking his breath. Gently, she rolled him over, calling, “William, William, can you hear me? William, William!”

At first, there was no response; he lay there with his eyes closed. Then, a flicker of eyelids, and his eyes opened.

“Yow! Yow! That hurts!” Then he passed out again.

Aggie peered down at him and saw the blood still oozing from his skull. “I’ll get some cloth; we must stop that bleeding.”

Anne could not talk; she was in shock. Her greatest fear of one of her family being fatally injured was happening. Would he live, or would he die? What could she do? She trembled in her helplessness.

“Please, Will, don’t die! I love you so much! Please, God, help us!”

Deep down in his mind, William wrestled with the pain, which kept thumping his head like a large bass drum. Then it stopped for a while and then restarted. He shivered as his body became cold and then colder. He opened his eyes and took a huge breath. The light from the candle in his eyes dazed him, and all he could see was a bright glare. He shut his eyes tight again, dodging the light.

Then he felt a warm hand holding his. It must be mother, but the feeling was going away. He grasped it tight again and held on with all his might. He opened his eyes, but the bright light forced them shut again. The pain in his head increased, and suddenly, he became cold.

“I’m cold!” he whispered, “I’m so cold.”

Anne, who was close and holding his hand, heard the whisper. She suddenly realised he must be in shock.

“Aggie, blankets – quick, get blankets.”

Simeon was soon there without her noticing. Quickly, he blurted out, “He is in shock; turn him on his side. Here, let me help. Keep the pressure on the wound until it stops bleeding. I’ll get help.”

“But Sim, it is still dark outside, and they may be out there!”

“We can’t wait, Anne. Jeb will be at the bakery by now. It’s four am – he will be there. We must save William!”

“Yes, get help Sim. Please, a doctor if you can get one.”

Simeon was gone. Searching for Snups, he flew out the back door and stumbled over his dog.

“Come on, Boy! You can keep me company.”

Snups did not move. Simeon saw the dog’s blood pooling beside him.

On his knees, Simeon screamed, “No, No, No! You bastards – you will suffer for this. We will find you, and heaven help you when my father hears about this.”

Simeon found extra strength as he thought about these people who had violated their family home. Tears ran down his face as he paced even harder along an empty High Street. The pain inside him welled up so much that he screamed in agony at the loss of their dog. It was a cry of both pain and rage. Simeon would never forget this moment. Keeping his focus, he rushed on for help and reached the bakery in a few minutes flat.

He was out of breath as he clasped hold of Jeb near some of the other workers loading the ovens. Jeb held his shoulders, astonished he was here early in the morning.

Simeon was out of breath – he opened his mouth, but nothing would come out. He groaned in anger. Was he so weak that he could not speak?

Jeb knelt, moving his gentle hands down Simeon’s arms, “What’s wrong, Sim? Is something wrong at home?”

“Help, Jeb. They need help and a doctor. Snups is dead, and William is dying. Burglars. Help!” then the emotion got the better of Simeon, and he burst into tears.

Jeb Hiscock took the eight-year-old in his arms, hugged him as he stood, and gathered the surprised staff around him. “Aaron, you tend the ovens and get help from the other staff as they arrive. Rose, take Simeon in a cart quickly back home, please. Jock! You go with Rose and protect them. I will bring the doctor and then Constable Rawlins. Ralph, come with me. We will take that other cart. Simeon, you go home with Rose. Get a drink of water first, lad. You have done a great job, Sim. We will handle it now. Come on, Ralph. Let’s go!”

Jeb and Ralph Hands were off in the cart towards Doctor Sopwith’s house on the road above the castle. It was not far, but Jeb was sure he would be asleep, so this would be a tug of war.

HMS Restless, In the Thames Estuary ...

Robert tossed and turned in his sleep. He found himself on the quarter-deck navigating Restless down the canal past Guildford. On the embankment, Anne and Emma waved madly and beckoned. He could not make out what they were saying. Restless was flying along the canal, and they were left well behind. Then he heard, “Help us, Robert! Help!”

He sat up in a start, throwing the blanket off and taking a great breath.

Michael Swanton was still sitting on his box guarding the cabin door. He nearly fell asleep at one stage but quickly resurfaced with a big yawn and a quiet walk around. As Robert woke, Swanton sat with his back to the captain’s bunk. The quick movement as Robert woke with a start took him by surprise. He turned with a knife drawn, crouching into a defensive position in less than a second. The man was quicker than a big cat and looked as menacing.

“Sorry, Swanton! It must have been a bad dream or something!”

The servant relaxed and put his knife away. He stood up, stretched, and then checked the door.

“I will make you a coffee, Captain.”

“Good man. No trouble last night, then?”

“Not quite, Sir! Let me fetch your coffee first. We need a plan!”

Robert sat up straight, rubbing his head. He was still thinking about his dream. It must have been a nightmare. Right now, the situation here must be his focus. Emma would have everything under control in Guildford.

After Swanton briefed him on the night’s events, Robert scratched his chin as he thought through the implications. A sailor forcing entry into the captain’s cabin was attempted mutiny, a brazen action far more than he expected. The precautions taken were worthwhile, but Michael Swanton would need rest soon. He needed an extra servant to share the watches until Horace and his men arrived. There was now no doubt the traitors were still on board and becoming more confident.

Woolwich would provide some safety, and arriving there must be their priority, a difficult task given the gusting winds and changing currents on the Thames. Complicating that was the issue of the traitors. He would need total concentration on the navigation, allowing him no time for detecting threats. Swanton must keep watch over him this morning. Once at Woolwich docks, he would visit Captain Connors of the frigate Forceful. He knew Connors as a trustworthy man.

It would be a risk, taking Connors into his confidence, but there was no other choice. He needed an extra servant and someone not associated with the Restless crew. His life might depend on it.

“Swanton, make breakfast for both of us, please. I need you on deck this morning as we navigate the Thames. The tides and gusting winds will be tricky today, and I must focus on the sailing. You will watch my back. We shall both have some food and then get this ship into the safety of port at Woolwich. Have the Master at Arms issue you with two pistols! Once docked, we will visit Captain Connors on Forceful. We need a reinforcement!”

The Fox and Hound, Guildford ...

Lady Jane’s maid came into Emma’s room and opened the curtains. Emma stirred, sitting up and rubbing her eyes as the maid placed a tray with a freshly baked croissant and warm tea.

“Good morning, Milady. It is a beautiful day outside, and your mother says she will be ready for breakfast at nine o’clock.”

“What time is it, Meg? Thank you for the tea!”

Meg was short for Margaret Lane, who had been Lady Jane’s maid for several years.

“It’s just past eight, Milady!”

Emma yawned, stretched, and admired the blue sky outside while thinking about today’s exciting plans. Meg slightly opened the window and allowed in some airflow. There was a light breeze from the south, and she could hear the robins and finches chirping in the hedge outside. Emma glanced out and was surprised by the number of people in the street. Certainly, Guildford was growing, and she understood why the Turner’s businesses were so successful –

the town was alive with people.

“Thank you, Meg. When you are finished helping Mother, perhaps you would give me a hand with my hair?”

Certainly, Milady. There has been some excitement up the street. There was a burglary at the Turner residence last night. The parish constable and the doctor are there now. Wasn’t it Anne Turner you dined with yesterday evening?”

Emma raised her eyes upon Meg quickly, with a worried expression.

“What happened, Meg?”

“I’m not sure, Milady. All I know is that the burglars killed the dog, and one of the boys was knocked out and has not regained consciousness yet.”

“My goodness!”

Emma saw that this changed everything for the day ahead. She jumped out of bed and opened her travelling chest, searching for a dress.

“May I help you, Milady?”

“No, no, Meg. You attend Lady Jane and tell her the situation. I shall join her as soon as I can. Also, would you please wake Sir Hugh and advise him of my mother’s arrangements for breakfast.”

“From what I hear, Milady, Sir Hugh may not be up till late! Also, it may be safer if a valet attends Sir Hugh.”

“Sorry, Meg, my mistake!” Emma forgot the staff would talk among themselves. Meg was wary of Sir Hugh’s antics and was quite correct in suggesting an alternative.

“Yes, perhaps it would be better if you asked Mr Stem. He will wake him. Thank you, Meg.”

“Yes, Milady.”

Emma dressed in ten minutes. She took a sip of water and headed downstairs, leaving a message for her mother at reception. She quickly exited the hotel and moved up High Street through the crowd of shoppers lining the streets.

At the Turner’s house, it all appeared normal. She pulled the doorbell and waited. Aggie, the maid, opened the door and ushered her into the parlour, recognising Emma.

“Lady Emma, please come in. I will let Miss Anne know that you are here. Please excuse the mess; we are still cleaning up after the burglary. The Parish Constable is here investigating. Perhaps they will find out who the burglars were!”

Emma noticed the Constable and another man, who probably was a watchman. Jeb Hiscock, the bakery manager, was also in the study.

“Thank you, Aggie. Where is Miss Anne?”

“She is in the kitchen having breakfast; there has been no time until now.”

“Would she mind if I joined her? I have not had breakfast, either!”

“Of course, Milady. I think she would welcome some support. Please follow me.”

Emma avoided a formal meeting. She considered Anne a friend now and would assist her if she could. Following Aggie through, she found Anne sitting at the table with Marcia. They both looked up in surprise as Aggie showed Emma in.

Anne stood, “Lady Emma, I forgot our meeting this morning. There was a burglary here last night and some injuries, so I lost track of time. I am so sorry.”

Emma saw that Anne was having difficulty holding back her tears. She went around the table and hugged her. “Anne, I was so concerned when I heard about the burglary. I came straight away. It must have been terrifying. May I join you for breakfast, and please tell me about it and how we may help?”

“Certainly. Aggie, some breakfast for Lady Emma, please! Please join me, but would you prefer to eat in the parlour?”

“No, no, this is fine.”

Marcia was curious about this new lady. Clutching a toy bear, she looked hard at Emma and felt she might be a friend. Marcia, dressed in a cute little smock with long golden hair hanging around her shoulders, stood beside Anne, watching Emma. Marcia looked dishevelled as Anne had not brushed her hair, but she still appeared cute. Emma smiled at her. The four-year-old, running around the table and standing beside Emma, needed no further encouragement. She spoke up with wide-open big green eyes and a serious voice, “This is my bear! His name is Buster. Would you like to pat him?”

Emma was instantly taken with Marcia and said, “Who are you, little one? Yes, please show me your Buster.”

“I’m Marcia. Who are you?”

“Why, I’m Emma!”

Marcia smiled and leaned against Emma’s legs, passing over her Buster. Anne looked up from her breakfast and saw Marcia had already introduced herself.

“I’m sorry, Emma, I forgot the introductions. I am not thinking that well yet. Marcia, this is Lady Emma South from Fintelton Manor.”

Marcia looked up and wondered what a manor was but did not say anything.

“Marcia, I think your hair needs brushing. Shall we brush it together? You have beautiful hair. How about you run upstairs and get your brush.”

Marcia looked over at Anne. Anne nodded in agreement. Marcia smiled and rushed out of the kitchen in search of her brush. Aggie placed a lovely plate of fresh-cut fruit and a bowl of porridge before Emma.

“Thank you, Aggie. That looks divine. I’m famished!”

Anne was at a loss for words as she nibbled on some toast. It was like a dream just sitting in the kitchen with Robert’s sister sitting opposite, sharing breakfast and helping Marcia. Robert was right – Emma was a lady, but she was not scared of giving a helping hand. Anne found she had a growing admiration for this young lady – perhaps they would be friends in the future.

“Anne, our maid, told us that someone was injured. May I enquire?”

“It was William. It seems he was knocked unconscious. He must have been investigating what the noises were from the parlour. I found him on the floor when I searched the house. It was about four in the morning. I am not sure how long he was lying there. I thought he was dead at first.”

Emma noticed as tears welled up in Anne’s eyes and the apologetic half-smile as she wiped them dry.

“Anne, I am so sorry!” Emma realised how much this had affected Anne.

“I was so frightened for him, but then he moved, and Aggie and I bound his head wound. We put him in bed and waited for the Doctor. Jeb brought Doctor Sopwith soon after Sim raised the alarm.”

Emma reached over and held Anne’s hands, “How terrible. Has he recovered?”

“At first, he was struggling with it and not conscious. He was in shock, so we covered him in blankets and warmed him up. Then the doctor arrived and used some smelling salts. He groaned for quite a while as he could not tolerate any light in his eyes. He was in a lot of pain, but Doctor Sopwith is with him now, and he has given him some potions. He is resting comfortably. I am waiting for the doctor. I felt quite weak, so I came down for some breakfast.”

“You poor thing, it must have been a terrible ordeal!”

“I must admit I was terrified. I am thankful William has a hard head!” Anne smiled for the first time since Emma arrived.

“There was a smile from him before I came downstairs. Clementine, Madeline, and Simeon are with Doctor Sopwith. I think our little William will live and fight another day.” Anne managed a smile and then wiped more tears from her eyes.

Marcia burst into the kitchen with her brush.

“Emma, Emma, I found it. It was on the floor near the door. It is usually in my drawer. Can you brush me now?”

“Good for you! Yes, sit up here.”

Emma hoisted Marcia up on her lap, head facing forward towards the table. Marcia loved having her hair brushed and gave Anne a gleaming smile. Emma arranged the hair and gently started the process. The lovely scene calmed Anne, and she happily thought about how she also talked with Robert in the kitchen.

“My, you have lovely hair, Marcia. Just like your big sister Anne.”

“That’s what Robert told me, too. We played at the river with Snups, and William, Simeon, and I conquered Robert’s ship. I was a pirate.”

“That must have been fun. Maybe we can have a game this afternoon. I like playing pirates.”

Doctor Sopwith entered the kitchen and found Anne still finishing breakfast and Lady Emma South with Marcia on her knees, having her hair brushed.

Anne stood up, slightly embarrassed and introduced them. “Doctor Sopwith, may I please introduce Lady Emma South?”

Doctor Sopwith, clothed in his pyjamas and a dressing gown, stood there in an incomprehensible manner. It was obvious he was aware of class distinction. He was surprised to find Lady Emma South in the kitchen of the Turner household having breakfast. He regained his countenance, straightening the dressing gown and giving a slight bow.

“Lady Emma, a pleasant surprise meeting you here. Please forgive my dress; however, it was an emergency early this morning, and there was no time to change it. I have called on your father several times, and unfortunately, we have not had the pleasure of meeting in person. I trust your father is well.”

“Anne and I are good friends, Doctor Sopwith, and yes, thank you, my father is in good health.”

Doctor Sopwith swallowed, nodded and then addressed Anne.

“William is recovering well. I have checked him carefully. I am confident there is no brain injury. He seems alert and lucid, and he answers complex questions quickly. The head wound will heal today as he is young and healthy. I think you may find the biggest problem is keeping him in bed. I would recommend a few more hours of rest, but he must stay awake, please. I instructed him on this and arranged that Clementine and Simeon remain with him in shifts. His eyes are still sensitive, but I expect that will subside in the next two hours. If it does not, please call me back. I have another potion here. Mix this in water in the afternoon, well after lunch, around three o’clock. The draft will lessen the pain from the headache.

After lunch, he should have a walk around the house for a while but quietly. Perhaps Aggie might keep an eye on him. Once he takes the potion, he will rest comfortably. He is a lucky little fellow. That blow could have been far worse. I will call back this evening and check on him again and on Mrs Jennings, although she seems fully recovered now.”

Anne was relieved and let out a great sigh, “Thank you, Doctor Sopwith. That is wonderful news. I thought he might be seriously injured. At first, when I found him, I thought he might have been dead. I was terrified.”

“Anne, it may be good if you also rest this morning. This burglary has been a bad experience. As this will be a busy day for you, try at least doing something relaxing.”

“Perhaps tonight, Doctor, but we need the family home operating again. There is still the Constable, the repairs and the clean-up. Thank you for coming so quickly at such an early hour; we are very thankful.”

“Ow.” Marcia gave a little scream as the brush got stuck in a knot in her hair.

Emma said, “Sorry, Marcia”.

Doctor Sopwith looked at Emma and suggested, “Perhaps some water on the hair may help! It always helped when my mother did my sister’s hair.” He meant well but was slightly embarrassed at being so human and still in his pyjamas. For an instance, Doctor Sopwith looked at Emma, and she at him, and then he regained his focus on Anne.

“Miss Anne, Simeon showed me the cast on his arm. I have never seen anything like it before. It is brilliant. He tells me it was Doctor Bassington who put it on?” Anne was pleased with the query, “That’s correct. I asked him about it, and he became aware of the procedure in France earlier this year. It is a new treatment. He calls it ‘Plaster of Paris’.”

“So new that I have never heard of it before. I understand the Doctor will be returning here soon. I wonder if you would ask if I could meet with him. I have not had the pleasure of being introduced yet. I am keen for some professional instruction on how this process is applied. Please pass him my good wishes. I must be off now. Time now that I dressed properly and had some breakfast.”

Doctor Sopwith picked up his large black leather medical bag, acknowledged both ladies and gently shook Marcia’s hand before leaving the kitchen. There was a short silence as Emma put some water on another knot in Marcia’s hair and then brushed it out gently.

Emma looked up and saw Anne smiling at her. Given the good news from the doctor, she was recovering quickly.

“What, Anne?”

“Doctor Sopwith was cute in his pyjamas, and he may admire a certain young lady!”

“I can’t imagine who that might be. Can you, Anne?”

“I think it might be Lady Emma South!”

“Really?” Emma blushed.

Anne continued, “My father always disliked Doctor Sopwith because he was arrogant. But today, I found him very pleasant indeed. How did you find him?”

“Very nice!” Emma blushed again.

For the first time, Anne caught Emma off guard but in a delightful way.

“I found him very charming indeed. He is far more genteel than I ever realised!”

“Who is genteel, my Dear?” came a loud enquiring voice as the Countess of Fintelton entered the kitchen.

Both girls stood up with a start, and Marcia fell onto the floor and said, “Ow!”.

Lady Jane bent down and helped the little girl up. Marcia beamed up at Lady Jane, who smiled down at her.

“My Lady, this is Marcia, my youngest sister.” Lady Jane bowed, and Marcia replied with a cute courtesy for a four-year-old.

“Aren’t you beautiful, Marcia? You have such lovely hair!”

“Emma is brushing it for me. She is so gentle. I like Emma!”

“Mother, did you not receive my message?” Emma was as amazed as Anne was, greeting the Countess in the kitchen.

“Yes, but I also heard the news and felt Anne should have our support at this terrible time. My dear, I am so sorry about what happened. There must be something we can do. Hugh is chatting with the Parish Constable. Rawlings is his name, I believe, and your man, Mr Hiscock. He seems a very pleasant fellow. The men can sort out the burglary. How is William?”

“He is recovering well, my Lady, and out of danger. Thank you for enquiring.”

“Anne, I think William is a hero! It appears he disturbed the burglars at first before they attacked him. What a brave young man. He was probably protecting you and the other children!”

Anne took in a sharp breath as the thought occurred to her. William may have saved her life.

“The men can take care of all that. Now that fruit and toast look good, Anne. May I join you two, please? So much drama, I am famished!”

“Why, Lady Fintelton, it would be an honour, but I am ashamed of serving you here in the kitchen. I.......”

“Anne, being here is fine. I am just so glad that you were not harmed. Anyway, I cannot let you three girls have all the fun in the kitchen while I am stuck in that old hotel! Can I, Marcia?”

Marcia jumped for joy with these new friends and hugged Lady Jane.

They all broke out laughing. Anne never expected to meet Robert’s family in such an informal setting. Perhaps she might be welcome at Fintelton next July.

The Countess sat at the table and watched Emma brushing Marcia’s hair. The picture made her think about how Emma would make a fine mother. As Aggie passed Lady Jane a warm cup of tea, she turned and watched Anne as she and Emma talked and laughed. There was nothing false here; they were already getting on like sisters. Lady Jane smiled, thinking of when she first met the Earl and all the stupid things they did that no one would ever understand. Perhaps Robert and Anne had already started sharing times like that. She sat back in the chair, and as she sipped the warm tea, she thought, ‘I like this girl, Anne. I find I like her more all the time.’

The McPherson Household, Greenwich ...

Thomas Turner and James McPherson returned from the brewery before lunch on Saturday, having spent three hours looking at the production systems. Thomas enjoyed James’s company and found him friendly, possessing a good sense of humour, and well briefed on Thomas’s role in Guildford.

During their discussion on introducing steam power into the Guildford brewery design, they agreed that external engineering skills were needed for the project. This led to other conversations about what should be raised with the engineers.

Marion finally found a gap in the conversation and advised Thomas that her father, Alexander Steele, and his sons would join the McPhersons for dinner that evening. Mrs McPherson had also invited Marion’s mother, but Mr Steele had declined. Jennifer Steele’s health had deteriorated significantly in the last weeks, and the doctors had now confined her in the convalescent home.

Marion and Thomas planned a visit on Sunday morning after church. Thomas was hesitant as Marion warned him that her behaviour was becoming increasingly violent, like a small, angry child. Marion was determined, and Thomas would be pleased to escort her despite the mother’s behaviour. After all, it was his future mother-in-law, so he wished for a meeting if possible.

“From what I hear, the lady is not herself most of the time; she is quite a handful. Remember that it is the disease and not her. I believe she was a wonderful woman before her affliction.” James knew more than this, but he thought he would allow Thomas the pleasure of finding out for himself. He hoped it would not scare the lad off.

Thomas was scratching his head. “I’ll keep that in mind. Most people are not themselves when they are ill!”

Marion came into the dining room, “I saw you two were deep in conversation, so I took the opportunity of a discussion with my aunt. Tell me. How did the brewery visit go?”

“We have come up with some plans for improved systems, and James will have his engineers in Glasgow do some preliminary drawings for your uncle. A further meeting will be required when James returns in three or four weeks. So, I will probably be back before then. That gives plenty of time for another visit at Guildford if your schedule allows.”

“I’ll be down there like a shot. I have a couple of new dress orders for Hursts. That Mrs Smith is a wonder.”

Thomas was quite surprised, as he was not aware that the tailor’s shop in Guildford set such high standards. Beth and Anne looked stunning in whatever they bought there, so perhaps that was the case.

“Is it the design of the clothes or the materials they use that makes the difference?”

“Thomas, you men are all the same. It is Mrs Smith. She has a great sense of colour when buying both materials and dresses. Her book of designs is unique and covers all occasions. She treats you like a Queen, and nothing is too much trouble.”

James added, “Pity they don’t do men’s clothing then!”

“They do, James, they do. One side of the store is for women, and the other is for men. You must visit the next time you are in Guildford.”

Thomas was thinking about the next meeting, “We could meet on Monday, October the third or Tuesday, as I must be in Guildford the following week for Neville and Beth’s wedding. Are you acquainted with Neville?”

“No, I have not had that pleasure.”

Hamish McPherson came into the room with a note in his hand.

“Alexander Steele sends a note advising that Sir Robert South has berthed at Woolwich. Alexander has been working on his ship today and will bring him along tonight. He hopes this will not be inconvenient but feels it would be a pleasant addition as Thomas is here from Guildford. I have sent a response both to Alexander and Robert encouraging this.”

Thomas was pleased Robert would attend. James was confused.

“Now, who is Sir Robert South?”

Thomas explained, “He is a friend of our family. It is a long story, but the week before you arrived, just before we left here for Guildford, Robert organised this wonderful picnic at Severndroog Castle that we all went on, including your mother and father. My sister and Robert are great friends.”

James was keen to learn more, “Is there an understanding between your sister and Robert?”

Thomas felt the question was a bit blunt but answered, “Not as far as I know. But they are good friends. When they meet, their conversation is never-ending. They both have fine intellects.”

“I see. This Robert sounds quite a character.”

Marion excused herself as Mrs McPherson required her before dinner. Hamish poured Thomas and James a whisky each and then one for himself.

“Never too early for a good scotch!”

“Aye!” James looked at the glass with interest.

“Now, boys, what kind of efficiency will we see from these changes you suggest?”

The business conversation continued. The critical issue was engineering assistance, and they agreed to leave early Monday for London. Hamish was keen on some engineering comments on their plans.

James said, “This calls for another drink.”

It seemed an all-male affair with Alexander Steele and his three sons and Robert, James and Thomas at dinner. Hamish laboured at keeping the conversation interesting for the ladies. Still, it was a struggle, and Marjorie and Marion withdrew soon after dinner, leaving the men with their port and cigars, talking about engineering.

“Now, Alexander, you say that you are installing two new canons on the bow of Restless over the next three days. Can it be done so quickly?” Hamish was surprised by the quick turnaround they expected.

“Yes, easily now that we have completed the other five frigates. There are only two canons, and we will install them on Monday.”

James asked, “Robert, why are you having the canons installed on the bow of your ship? How will they help with a broadside?”

“They don’t. These canons are stronger than what we traditionally use on the bow. They have greater range, and simply put, if we are chasing the enemy, we can sink them from behind. If we complete the installation on Monday, we will test them on Tuesday once we are out of port.”

Alexander looked concerned, “Won’t you be testing them in the estuary here before going?”

“No, Sir. My orders require our departure for Portsmouth as soon as the guns are signed off as installed.”

“It would be safer if we conducted the test before you departed. Any required adjustments can be made at Woolwich. The Navy people don’t understand how advanced these cannons are and the need for settling in.”

“Sir, in that case, I suggest you and your men travel with me on Tuesday when we leave port. We can test them off Margate, then make the adjustments, and I will drop you off there before heading south.”

“If that is the only opportunity, Sir, it is settled. I will have my men ready.”

James said casually, “Why the rush, Robert?”

“Orders!”

“So, where are you heading after Portsmouth?”

Robert thought this was a reasonably innocent question, but the details of his next mission must remain secret. He felt it better if a wrong location was given rather than not saying anything. “The precise location must remain confidential, but we might be near Gibraltar!”

“A pleasant spot at this time of year.”

Hamish McPherson changed the discussion, “So Robert, I hear you will be Neville’s best man. We are excited about our invitation. Will your imminent voyage return in time for your best man duties?”

“Given good winds and a safe carriage ride, Sir, we will arrive on time. Especially for the bachelor party! Your acquaintances Admiral Sutherland, Captain Foster, and their wives will also attend.”

“Good, Good.”

Later in the evening, Robert asked Thomas for a few words about Neville’s bachelor party. They withdrew into the entry hall, away from the main conversation.

In a low voice, Robert asked Thomas if there was any further information about the McPhersons.

“They have a small fleet of merchant ships that operate out of Glasgow, called ‘The Grey Line’. They bring in various goods but mostly grain.”

Robert seemed more interested, “How is that done? Given the corn laws.”

“I’m not sure; perhaps they have some exemption!”

Robert noticed Hamish coming over, “I thought we could rent the room that they have at the back of the Fox and Hound and organise some interesting entertainment.”

Thomas smiled.

“I hope you boys will take pity on Neville, as he is not as young as you two.”

“Yes, Sir,” Robert agreed, “But we must give him a suitable send-off. It may be his last chance, Sir.”

“I remember my send-off with friends. I would be ashamed to talk about it now. Better left unsaid.”

“Mr McPherson, I must be on my way. Thank you, Sir, for your warm hospitality. Please pass my compliments to Mrs McPherson and Marion. We will meet again soon at Guildford, Sir. Perhaps a scotch together at the Fox and Hound in the afternoon before the wedding?”

“It would be a pleasure, Robert. Might I enquire if your parents will be attending?”

“I hope so. I believe Anne is meeting my sister this weekend. It may have already happened, and Neville, a long-term family friend, will invite my father and mother. May I introduce them, Sir, if you are agreeable.”

“Very much so, Sir. Marjorie and I would be honoured.”

“Excellent. Good night, Sir, and good night, Thomas.”

At HMS Restless, Woolwich ...

Lieutenant Richard Small, the first mate of HMS Restless, saluted his captain as he came onboard. Small was ten years older than Robert, being in the navy since being a boy. Despite their age difference, Small maintained the proper respect that a Captain deserved. Small was on Restless, where the traitors almost murdered Captain Roderick Hughes.

While Robert previously discussed the voyage with Small and gained his view on the crew, he was careful that his orders remained confidential except for the installation of the canons and their return to Portsmouth. Robert’s assessment of Small was that he appeared to be a reasonable officer. In time, he would decide if the First Lieutenant was trustworthy. At present, he felt uncomfortable, giving him his complete confidence.

“I hope the dinner went well, Sir?”

“Yes, Lieutenant Small, thank you, very well. All quiet here?”

“Not exactly, Captain. It appears Swanton caught a member of the crew leafing through the documents on your desk.”

“A crew member was in my cabin?”

“Yes, Sir. Swanton was cooking his dinner and missed him entering. But he did keep checking the cabin and found Seaman Cobb at your desk. He is an able seaman on the foremast team.”

“Right, that does it! Have Mr Trotters report to me straight away and have the Master at Arms post his most trusted man as an armed sentry on my cabin door. Also, throw Cobb in the brig until I organise a court-martial. Breaking into the Captain’s cabin and stealing information is a capital offence. I will talk with Swanton now. Thank you, Small.”

“Cobb is already in the brig, Sir.”

“Good work, Small.”

The captain rushed below decks, nearly colliding with some crew members. While it was more spacious than the usual schooner, it was still reasonably cramped below decks. Robert noticed that all talking stopped as soon as the men saw him, and some had noticeable looks of anger on their faces. Could it be that this ship held more traitors than he thought?

Swanton was sitting in his servant’s room as the captain entered.

In a low voice, “Swanton, what happened?”

“I caught this sailor rifling through the papers on your desk, Sir. I searched him, and it appears he did not steal anything, which makes me think he was looking for your orders.”

“How long was he at my desk?”

“It must have been several minutes, Sir? I checked the room every five to ten minutes while cooking my dinner. Most of the time, I was guarding the door. Somehow, he knew I was in my cabin and got in when I wasn’t watching.”

“So, he may have had up to ten minutes. Plenty of time for a quick read of the orders?”

“Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir.”

“No, Swanton, you did a good job. At least we have one of them. Tell me, did he say anything when you caught him?”

“Nothing, Sir, but we did not press him that hard. Thought I should wait for your instructions.”

“Mr Swanton, coming into the captain’s cabin and stealing information is a capital offence. Given there has already been one attempted break-in, we can assume his involvement. Once at sea on Tuesday, we will hang him high as an example.”

“Yes, Sir, but it would be good if we extracted some information from him before he hangs.”

“I agree, Mr Swanton. Once that guard is on my door, I authorise your interrogation of the prisoner. I doubt he will talk, but it is worth a try. Please keep him alive for an enquiry and sentence on Tuesday morning. I’d hang him now, but we are in port. Better done at sea.”

There was a knock at the door. The Master and the Master at Arms were waiting. Robert noticed the guard was in place outside the cabin door.

The Master at Arms reported, “Sir, a Lieutenant Wainbridge on deck from HMS Forceful, with a crew transfer. The new man is with him.”

“Thank you, Mr Door. I’ll deal with that in a moment, but first, I need both of you in here. Come in, gentlemen.”

Swanton gave a short bow and grinned as he went out.

“Mr Trotters, you are the Master, and I believe that Cobb was a member of one of your sail teams. The foremast sail team, I am told. Locate Cobb’s team captain and find out about him, please. Who were his friends? Go through his possessions and see if anything links him to the traitors. Wake them up and grill them until you are thoroughly satisfied. Join me for breakfast and report back, please.”

“Yes, Sir.” The Master almost ran out of the cabin.

“Mr Door, you are the Master at Arms, and I am sorry we are not better acquainted. I have little time, and I will make some assumptions here. I believe there is another traitor on this ship. I think Cobb is probably one of them, but I’m not sure. Stealing information from the captain’s desk is an act of treason with the penalty of death. Now Swanton is an ex-army man, an expert in killing. I have sent him down with orders that Cobb provides us with information. I’m sure you understand. It will not hurt the men to hear Cobb exercising his lungs. But Mr Door, make sure Swanton does not kill him, please. I am sure you will know when the man can take no more.

I want him alive and well for hanging on Tuesday. You will remind Swanton of this, Sir. I have already done so, but I must be sure he understands – sometimes, these men who use torture get a bit carried away. Do you understand me, Sir?”

“Fully, Captain. Leave it with me.”

“Mr Door, just another thing. Post a guard on the brig. I do not want anyone near the brig or talking with him. Also, please make sure the guard on my door is changed every three hours. You may now send Lieutenant Wainbridge down.”

“Yes. Sir.”

“Dismissed.”

“Aye, Aye, Sir.”

Robert sat back in his chair and considered the situation. Whoever these traitors were, they desperately needed information on where this ship was travelling next. Why? To take the risk of being discovered in the captain’s cabin seemed foolhardy, especially after being detected the previous night. These were desperate men, but why the urgency? A clever thief would wait for a good opportunity. Perhaps they thought that Swanton was also absent as the captain was ashore. But surely, a crew member would see them entering the captain’s quarters – given the cramped conditions below deck. Robert then realised it was possible that crew members did see him, and the beholders did nothing about it. Robert shivered. The cabins outside housed the officers. Lieutenant Small’s was the next cabin. Surely not. If this revolt involved some officers, it might explain why the traitors took Captain Hughes by surprise.

Opening his sea chest, he checked the contents. He had carefully placed the general orders three layers below the top document. He noticed these papers were now ten layers below. So, they knew his orders. Thankfully, he kept his secret orders with him. He was sure the traitors now knew they would be heading back to Portsmouth.

If these people are Irish activists, perhaps there is a shipment of arms due, and they are seeking information on the ships in the area. As Restless was there recently, they correctly guessed she would be back. Perhaps some misinformation leaked may lessen the tension on board and slow things down!

There was a knock on the door. “Enter!”

A young Lieutenant, followed by an older man, obviously a crewman, entered. “Lieutenant Wainbridge reporting, Sir. Captain Connors sends his compliments and this letter. The man you requested is Mr Bright, Sir. He will be available for as long as he is required.”

“Thank you, Wainbridge. Please thank Captain Connors for me and advise him I shall be in contact at Portsmouth.”

After the young Lieutenant left, Robert briefed Bright on his role. He was an Able Seaman about thirty years of age with a complexion that reflected many years in the navy. Robert was pleased to find the man courteous and spoke pleasantly when addressed.

“Bright – make sure you trust only Swanton and me! Our primary aim is survival. You will take shifts with Swanton guarding my cabin door each night. It is my opinion that there may be several traitors in this crew. For some reason, they are desperate to discover where we are heading. So, trouble could come anytime; however, I think it will happen at night. Swanton should return soon; he will brief you on accommodation and the daily program. Now, I shall go on deck and meet the Officer of the Watch before turning in.”

Climbing up onto the deck, Robert approached the First Lieutenant.

“Mr Small, things seem under control here. If the engineers settle the canons by Monday evening, we will be underway early Tuesday, depending on the wind. I’m keen to be back at sea.”

“I take it we return directly to Portsmouth, Captain?”

“Yes, that is correct. Portsmouth first, then let me say we shall see Gibraltar soon. But keep that confidential, please.”

“Aye, Aye, Sir. “

Robert thought, ‘Let us see if either Swanton or Bright can pick that up as scuttle but in the next day or two!’

The Turner Household, Guildford ...

Jeb Hiscock and the builder attended to the house repairs while Aggie and Mrs Jennings, who recovered quickly, cleaned the mess the burglars left behind. Every drawer in Mr Turner’s desk was broken into, whether keyed locked or not. Given how silently the burglars entered, Constable Rawlins thought they were professionals from London.

“Miss Anne, would you like a rider sent to alert Mr Turner of the burglary?”

“No, Jeb, I must not spoil their stay. They will hear when they arrive back on Thursday. Mother would be desperate and demand they return at once. We will be safe here. Did the locksmith make the repairs?”

“Yes! The locksmith has finished, and the carpenters have strengthened the back door area. The front door was not forced or touched. Sir Hugh talked for some time with Constable Rawlins before he went. He feels the burglars were looking for something but disturbed before they found anything. I am concerned it might be some of our recipes for bread and biscuits.”

“It may be. I am not sure.”

“But they did take the grandfather clock. Perhaps that’s why you thought they were carrying something.”

Anne shrugged without a reply.

“Miss Anne, I would like a guard here until your father returns. I would also like a guard posted at the bakery. They might try there next. I think Mr Turner would agree.”

“Jeb, you are the manager. I will agree with your recommendations. I will feel far safer tonight if we have a guard on duty.”

“This evening, I will join the guard and sleep at the bakery with Aaron. We will keep a watch there. By the way, I have buried Snups out the back.”

“Thank you, Jeb. You have been very kind.”

“I doubt they will be back, but best, we are careful. Please have the staff check all the locks tonight before retiring.”

On the Road to London ...

Following their Guildford visit, Lady Jane South and Lady Emma continued their journey. As the miles went by, they recounted their adventure. Anne left the children in the care of the maids and accompanied them around Guildford for a couple of hours on Saturday afternoon. The ladies were particularly impressed with the seamstress, Mrs Smith, and spent some time reviewing her dress books and looking at the fine materials on display. Mrs Smith explained that as there was a chain of shops, they purchased materials from the wholesalers in London. Hursts ensured they kept up with the city’s great stores.

Lady Jane thanked Anne for spending the afternoon with them at a most stressful time. She suggested that Mr Turner employ a butler if London visits became regular. Anne said that she would certainly mention this, given the burglary.

Emma continued reflecting on what caused the change in her mother. At first, she doubted her mother would spare Anne Turner any time, given she was a commoner. As far as she knew, Lady Jane rarely spoke with commoners. Her father was the same, if not worse. It was as if her mother had discarded her society's rules, and visiting the Turners in the morning and having breakfast in their kitchen was a miracle as far as she could see!

She was curious about what caused this change. As the coach slowly rumbled on, she built the courage and asked, “Mother! May I ask you about our society?”

“I thought you might after this weekend!”

“I have been brought up by you and father believing we were above the commoners. We have rarely even spoken with them. I presumed you would not mingle with such people as the Turners?”

“You are correct, my Dear. That’s how we brought you up, and that is what our society expects.”

“Then have I been dreaming, or did you have breakfast with Anne and myself in the Turner’s kitchen and welcome the chance of spending another two hours with Anne seeing Guildford?”

“You have not been dreaming at all. Perhaps we should restart our conversation of Friday evening before bed. When you suggested that we stop in Guildford, it may have looked simple, but you must credit me with some sense, my Dear. Emma, when you come up with a plan, I know you! There is always a good reason for it. And, of course, you suggested the plan the day after Robert was here. A mother does have some intuition. I am sure you will be just the same as me. There was a good reason for it wasn’t there.”

“Yes, and I think you may have deduced the reason.”

“Perhaps, but that is not important. I will tell you the reason why. I was young once, as well. I had two older sisters and a brother, Rachael, Louisa, and John. John was the youngest but a good five years older than me. They played as a group, and by the time I was five, they were off doing things and left me at home. My mother did not mind me playing with one of the servant’s children, who was about the same age. Her name was Ruby. She and I enjoyed the most wonderful childhood. I would sneak downstairs, and we would play for hours. We shared our dreams, talked about everything, and enjoyed childhood together. Then, one day, Ruby was gone. I was inconsolable, and my mother spent a lot of time with me, helping me through those dark times.”

“What happened to Ruby?”

“Ruby’s mother, being in service, was not well off. The mother decided that Ruby would also enter service but with another family. I never saw her again.”

“That is a pity, but what is the point?”

“Ruby was a commoner. Sometimes, we shared breakfast in the kitchen downstairs long before my parents were out of bed. Quite often, we would be taken together on picnics in the company of Ruby’s mother. I think those were the happiest days of my life. I will never forget them. Two years before Ruby left, my mother started a slow separation process. I was unaware of it then, but my governess started schooling me about the aristocracy and everything you learned about our superiority. But you see, I had an education before that of reality.”

“How did you know that, Mother?”

“I think Ruby was happier than I was. The hardships of life were a reality for her, but she could still smile, laugh and have fun. From about age thirteen, my mother took that away from me. From that age, my schooling focused on one aim. The aim was that I would become a refined lady and marry a rich man who would provide me with a luxurious life.”

“Surely that is normal for our class of people, Mother. We need wealth, so we can keep our estates running.”

“That’s exactly the point. It is a self-defeating purpose!”

“How can it be if we maintain our position?”

“Let me explain, Dear!” Lady Jane took a deep breath and gathered her thoughts.

“My father desperately searched for a suitable partner for me. A rich estate holder was the target. He felt that was his duty. I was young with no such ideas and would have been happy marrying a farmer if I had found happiness and true love. But, these ideals were not as important as the demands of the aristocracy. Once you marry outside the social circles, you are out. All contact is cut off. My mother was adamant this would not happen to her daughter. So, they found me a match.”

“You mean you had an arranged marriage. You married someone you did not love?”

“That is mostly correct, but your father is unaware of that, and you should never tell him. You see, parents arrange most marriages in our society. There are a lot of unhappy women in our circles. That is why there are so many discrete affairs. The men have their quiet flings, and the women, to a lesser extent, get active while they are away.”

“Mother, you didn’t?”

“No, I didn’t. We married late, and my energy levels could only cope with raising three children. But many ladies were married quite young and were easily seduced as they lacked experience in life. That usually led to other seductions and so on. I concentrated on my children, and I wasn’t disappointed, but your father has entertained his different women at times.”

Emma looked at her mother in astonishment. “How did you find this out?”

“Women talk about these things. Our networks are full of gossip, and there are other ways to find out. Discrete relationships are not without risk. Have a quiet discussion with Neville; he will tell you about the risk of disease. I would never take that chance – for a woman, it would mean ruin. Men get away with it. I was fortunate that I didn’t catch anything from your father.”

“Mother, I have heard of discrete liaisons, but I have never even thought of the health issues. Not that I am considering any such thing, but I will talk with Neville about it. But surely you are happy, Mother?”

“I am happy with my lot in life, Emma, but I could have been as happy with a farmer, attorney or teacher. There is nothing special about the aristocracy. They are the same as the other classes, but they maintain this fiction about being superior. In some ways, they have the advantages of wealth, manners, and education. But even that is changing.

You said that the Turners are bringing in huge amounts of money. Look at the Americans! Some say there will be more

millionaires there one day than the population of Britain. Maybe, and maybe not. The point is things are changing.”

“So, you are saying that an aristocratic marriage is not important anymore?”

“Not at all. There are huge financial advantages if you marry into the aristocracy. If that is what you wish for, that is acceptable. But if you choose otherwise, we can manage that as well. Let me give you an example. For Fintelton, the entail is on the eldest son, and Hugh will get the lot. So, where does that leave you and Robert? There was no choice for Robert. We sent him away to the Navy at thirteen so he could build a career. Of course, losing him broke my heart.”

Lady Jane stopped her conversation and dabbed a tear from her eye as she gazed out the carriage window.

“But what would have become of him if he had stayed here? There was no future for him. Hugh will be the next Earl, and Robert would have depended on him for a living or been forced into the law or the church. That would have stifled Robert. He needed open air and adventure. Look at him now; already a captain.

What about you, Emma? What will become of you? Your father has put aside a dowry of ten

thousand pounds so you will not starve. Do you desire some wealthy landholder somewhere in the south of England? Perhaps you will find someone.”

“I am not sure. I always thought I would marry a rich Earl and live happily ever after. There must be many wealthy and available men in our society. I shall keep mingling in our circles until the right one turns up, but you have made me think hard about health issues. How awful!”

“Emma. I shall give you all the assistance I can, as it is time you were married, young lady.”

“Thank you, Mother, but tell me why you accepted Anne so readily and took breakfast in her kitchen?”

“I will answer that by asking you a question. Why did you do the same?”

“I was concerned for her as she was a friend and a friend of Robert’s, and he would never forgive me if I didn’t help her. And I liked her. I could talk freely with her, and being with her and her family made me feel comfortable and happy. She is like a breath of fresh sea air. It was an exhilarating experience.”

“Emma, don’t you understand; it was the same for me! I have not always desired the high society of being upstairs. I have no desire to be estranged from Robert. I would welcome grandchildren.”

She looked at her mother as if she was revealing a great secret. Then Emma looked out the window and thought about her mother’s words. Life was strange, but her mother was right. Why should she not desire the happiness of her children?

“Mother. Father and Hugh will never accept her!”

“Why? Emma, we did! Why not them? We will work together on it. I think Robert may be smarter than any of us thought. I like this Anne girl very much!”

Emma happily snuggled up beside her mother. Lady Jane put her arm around Emma and gave her a warm hug.

“Mother, you said being upstairs was not always your desire. Was there someone else?”

“There was! But it never would have happened in those days. Would it?”

Chandos Place, London ...

On Sunday night, Jonathan Turner did not sleep well. His mind kept telling him something was wrong at home. He tossed and turned until he could sleep no longer. Worried that he would disturb Eleanora, he got out of bed, put on a dressing gown, and sat in a chair in the large bedroom at Chandos Place. He took a glass of water and hoped that this would settle his nerves. The trip had overtired him. He would sit here for a minute or two until his body settled down.

Eleanora woke at about six and found him fast asleep, a blanket around him in the chair opposite the bed. As the candle was out, she lit another and brushed Jonathan’s brow.

Jonathan woke.

“I couldn’t sleep!”

“Thank you for not waking me. It's best if we get going now. Breakfast and then church.”

Jonathan Turner stood up and stretched. He thought, ‘This being in someone else’s home unsettles me. I’m sure Anne has it all under control in Guildford. No time now for worry. Time for breakfast!’

At Greenwich ...

It was late Sunday morning, and the McPherson family were home from church. Hamish McPherson read James and Thomas’s proposed plans while sitting at his study desk.

Jenkins entered the room through the open door, “Excuse me, Sir.”

“Yes, Jenkins. “

“A rider arrived with a message, Sir.”

Hamish looked up and took the message. Once Jenkins left the room, he read the note carefully.

“To Start

Burglary, Friday night at Turner’s residence. Dog killed, so no alarm raised. Some property stolen, but no documents. One of the children, William, injured but safely recovering. Entry through back door – servants tied up. Police involved. Police think it was not about property but thieves looking for something. Gentry from Fintelton Manor visited the family on Saturday.

Strawberry

Stop.”

The message used the correct code. It was from Hamish’s paid informer in Guildford. He sat back and contemplated if he should take any action. Did Jonathan know yet? Probably not. He thought, ‘Thank goodness I did not leave any documents with Jonathan Turner.’ They must discuss this soon after they arrive tomorrow. It was time Jonathan was made aware of what was going on.

Hamish leaned forward and took pen and paper in hand. He wrote a reply message:

“To Start

Find burglars and finalise this at once. Spare no expense. Advise when done.

Mulberry

Stop.”

Sealing the message with wax, he called Jenkins. The butler appeared.

He passed him the message and said, “Here. You know the procedure!”