The Captive

by Виктория Холт

  “Sometimes I marvel…”

  “Yes, so do I.”

  “I wonder what would have happened to us if the pirates had not come along?”

  “Heaven knows.”

  “But it proved to be out of the frying-pan into the fire.”

  “At least we escaped the fire.”

  “You and I did. I wonder about Player.”

  “Yes, I do, too.”

  I was silent. I felt that before long I would be telling him, in spite of my determination not to. The temptation was great.

  “I expect he’d be all right. He looked like one of nature’s survivors to me.”

  “He would need to be,” I said.

  “By the way, how far are we?”

  “Getting tired?” , “Oh … no.”

  “I’ll tell you something. You’ll be a champion rider one day.”

  “I only want to be a reasonably good one now.”

  “Then you are almost there.”

  “Coming from you, that’s a great compliment.”

  “Tell me the truth. Am I what is called an old curmudgeon?”

  “Coming towards it. You could become entitled to it before I become a champion rider.”

  He laughed.

  “That’s right,” he said.

  “Be frank. Don’t cushion me. I’m tired of being protected. Carleton and Theresa … I can hear them thinking, ” Now what shall we say, not to upset the poor devil? “

  “Well, I shall say what I think.”

  “It’s good to be with you, Rosetta. I hope you won’t leave Trecorn for a long time.”

  “Well, I shall go back with James and Felicity. Felicity hates to leave her children.”

  He sighed.

  “We must make the most of the days you are here. What an excellent idea it was coming out like this. I only hope it won’t be too long for you.”

  “Didn’t you say I’d be a champion rider one day? Well, that day may not be far off.”

  “Good. We’ll go across this field. I think it might be a short cut.”

  When we had crossed the field, he pulled up. There’s a view for you.

  Pleasant bit of coast, isn’t it? “

  “Pleasant! It’s spectacular and very rugged. I’d hardly say pleasant. That doesn’t fit somehow.”

  “You’re right. Along that coast the wreckers used to ply their evil trade … enticing ships in rough seas on to the rocks out there so that they could steal their cargoes. I’ll bet you anything the locals hear the cries of shipwrecked sailors on rough nights. Winds can make strange noises and if they fall on susceptible ears, there are your ghosts!”

  “Were you born a cynic?”

  “I expect so. We couldn’t have had two saints in the family.”

  “You’re referring to Carleton as a saint. Why are people always slightly patronizing about saints?”

  “There’s an easy answer to that. Because we find it so difficult to follow in their footsteps. We sinners have to feel we are slightly superior because we’re having a better time.”

  “Do sinners have a better time than saints?”

  “Oh yes. At the same time they feel it is unfair that they should do so. That is why they have to take up that patronizing attitude towards sainthood. Carleton is a good sort. He always did the right thing.

  Learned the management of the estate, married the right girl, produced Henry the heir and the charming Jennifer; he is adored by the tenants, the estate is more prosperous under him than it has ever been. Oh yes, he has all the virtues. Well, you can’t have too many good people around. They’d overcrowd the market and would lose much of their glory. So you see, sinners have their uses. “

  “It is a great advantage that Carleton is such a good squire.”

  “Everything about Carleton is good.”

  “You have your points … just as he has.”

  “Oh, but he has two sound legs to go with his.”

  The bitterness was there, always ready to come to the surface. I was sorry that I had allowed the conversation to get to this point.

  “Everything goes right for Carleton,” he said.

  “It always has done. Oh, don’t mistake me. I know it comes right because of his nature.”

  “Lucas,” I said soberly, ‘you’ve had bad luck. But it’s done with.

  Nothing can change it now. There is still a lot left. “

  “You’re right. I often think of Player and wonder what happened to him. It shows my evil nature that I can get a modicum of comfort out of it. At least I’m free.”

  “Yes,” I said.

  “You’re free.”

  “Oh look. You can see the house over there.”

  The house? “

  “Perrivale Court. Look straight ahead and turn a little to the right.

  That’s it. “

  At last I had seen it. It looked grand and imposing, built on a slight incline facing the sea.

  “It’s quite impressive,” I said.

  “Very ancient. Trecorn is modern in comparison.”

  “Could we take a closer look?”

  “We could.”

  “Let’s go, then.”

  “You’ll sacrifice Upbridge if you do, by the way.”

  “I’d prefer it.”

  “Getting a little tired, I believe.”

  “Perhaps,” I admitted. And all the time I was thinking:

  This was Simon’s home since he was brought here at the age of five.

  We rode on. I could see the house clearly now. It was almost like a castle grey stone with a tower and castellations.

  “It looks medieval,” I said.

  “Part of it undoubtedly is … but these old places are restored down the ages and sometimes you get something of a mixture.”

  “You went there once, didn’t you?”

  “Yes, but I don’t remember much of it. It had completely slipped my memory until the murder. That brought it back, of course.”

  I was hoping that someone would emerge. Perhaps the brother who had survived or the beautiful woman who might have been the cause of it all. I should like to have had a glimpse of her.

  Lucas said suddenly: “I am sure the King’s Head is not far off.” And as the winding road took a turn away from the coast he cried: “Ah, there it is. Only it’s not the King’s Head. The right place but the wrong name. It’s The Sailor King. Same monarch but with a different soubriquet. Come on. We’re going to leave the horses in the stables.

  They can do with a rest, I dare say. And while they’re refreshing themselves we’ll do the same. If there is time after . though I doubt it . we’ll look in on Upbridge. But you mustn’t be disappointed if we don’t. “

  I assured him that I was having a thoroughly enjoyable day and should not be in the least disappointed.

  I helped him dismount as unobtrusively as I could, and after seeing that the horses were in good hands we went into the parlour. There was no one else there and it was pleasant to have the room to ourselves.

  The host came bustling in.

  “Now what shall it be, sir … my lady.

  It’s only cold, I’m afraid. But I can promise you some prime beef and ham. And there’s hot lentil soup. “

  We said that sounded just what we needed and cider in pewter mugs was brought to us. Then we settled down to the meal.

  A maid brought the food, which was excellent, and while we were eating, the host’s wife came over to see that we had all we needed.

  She was clearly a garrulous woman who enjoyed chattering to her customers.

  She wanted to know how far we had come.

  We told her we came from Trecorn Manor.

  “Oh, I know it well. A fine old place … not so old as Perrivale, of course.”

  “Oh, Perrivale Court,” I said eagerly.

  “We passed that. Is it occupied now?”

  “Why, bless you, yes. The Perrivales have been there since time was.

  Come over with the Conqueror, so th
ey boast, and they liked it so much they’ve stayed ever since. “

  “There are a lot like that,” said Lucas.

  “They are pleased they got in at the start.”

  “Oh, there’s been Perrivales round here forever. There’s only Sir Tristan now, Mr. Cosmo having been …”

  “Didn’t I read something in the papers about that?” I said.

  “Oh, it was some time ago.”

  “That’s right, you did. And at the time people could talk of nothing else. They forget quick, like. People be fickle. You ask ‘em about the Perrivale murder now and some of these young ‘uns … they don’t seem to know anything. I say, it’s history, that’s what it is and people should know it.”

  “Some might think you have a morbid mind to absorb and retain such knowledge,” said Lucas.

  She looked at him as though she thought he was a little mad and I could see the mischief rising in him so that he wanted to convince her that he was entirely so.

  “Well,” she said defensively, ‘when it did happen the place was swarming with people . reporters . detectives and such like. Two of them stayed . right under this roof. Making their investigations, they did say. So you do see, we be right on the spot.”

  “Very conveniently placed,” put in Lucas.

  “Well, I must go and see to things. Mustn’t stop chattering-‘ She went away and I said: ” It was getting interesting. I wanted to hear more.”

  “Lookers on often get a distorted vision.”

  “At least they are close to the scene.”

  Trifle was brought by the maid. It was delicious and well laced with sherry. I was glad that the hostess found it difficult to resist further gossip and while we were finishing the trifle she came up for a little more.

  “People don’t come here much,” she confided.

  “Well, we get the locals, like … but visitors like yourselves … they don’t come this way much. It was different at the time … you know what happened at Perrivale.”

  “Murder is good for business,” said Lucas.

  She looked at him warily and I prompted: “You must have known a good deal about the family.”

  “Well … being here all my life, could hardly help it, could I then? I was born in this inn. My father had it … and then when I married William he took over. My son another William he’ll do the same one day, I shouldn’t wonder.”

  “A dynasty of innkeepers,” murmured Lucas.

  I said quickly: “It’s very good to keep it in the family. It gives you a certain pride, doesn’t it?”

  She beamed on me. I could see that she was thinking I was nice and normal enough to enjoy a bit of gossip in spite of my companion.

  “Do you see much of the Perrivales?” I asked.

  “Oh yes, they be always in and out. I can go back years. I remember when that Simon was brought here. That’s the one … you know.”

  “Yes,” I said.

  “I know.”

  “It must have been all of twenty years ago when he came. Me and William was just married. There was a bit of a scene, I can tell ‘ee, when Sir Edward brought him into the house and said he’d be staying there. Well, it stands to reason there’d be fireworks. What woman’s going to stand for that, I ask you?”

  “I quite agree,” I said.

  “Now why does a man like that bring a strange child into his home?

  Everyone said her ladyship was a saint to put up with it. And she wasn’t the sort either. A bit of a tartar by all accounts. But Sir Edward was the sort of man who didn’t say much . but he’d have his own way. He said the boy would stay and stay he did. “

  “That was Simon,” I said.

  “Well, what can you expect? Can’t make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear, they tell you. Nor can you.”

  “You mean …”

  “Well, where did he come from, I ask you? Some back street somewhere, I shouldn’t wonder.”

  “Why should Sir Edward let him live in a back street and then decide to bring him to Perrivale Court?”

  “Well, people get things on their consciences, don’t they? Anyways, he came. Treated like one of them, he was. Time came they had a tutor .. that was before they went away to school. A nice fellow, he was. He used to tell some tales about the life up there. Then he faded out and it was school for them. Simon, he went too … just like Cosmo and Tristan. And how did he repay them? He murders Mr. Cosmo. There’s gratitude for you.”

  “But can you be sure that he was the one who committed the murder?”

  “Plain as the nose on your face. Why else did he run away?”

  “It certainly seems conclusive,” said Lucas.

  “There could be other reasons,” I protested.

  “Oh, a definite sign of guilt,” commented Lucas.

  “Yes, he was guilty all right. Jealous, he was. Of course there was that widow woman, Mirabel … She was Mrs. Blanchard then. Now, of course, it’s Lady Perrivale. She came down here with her father … the Major … and a nicer gentleman you could not wish to meet. Her father and that young Kate. There’s a piece of mischief for you, Mrs. Blanchard she was then. Oh, she was a beauty … one of them red-haired ones. You couldn’t help looking twice at her. She set her cap at Mr. Cosmo and we all knew that it wouldn’t be long before she was mistress of Perrivale. Cosmo was mad about her. Tristan liked her too, to say nothing of Simon. There they were, the three of them, all in love, they said, with the same widow woman. And what does Simon do? He lures Cosmo to that old farmhouse Bindon Boys they call it and he just shot him. Through the head, they said. Might have got away with it too, if Mr. Tristan Sir Tristan now hadn’t come in and caught him red-handed.”

  “Where is the farmhouse?”

  “Oh … just along the coast. It’s still there. A bit of an old ruin. They were going to put it right when this happened After that they just let it slide. Nobody would want to live in a house where there’d been a murder. Well, I’m talking too much. William says I always do.”

  “It’s been very interesting.”

  “Well,” she said proudly, ‘it’s not every place that’s had a murder committed on its doorstep, you might say. Mind you, it’s not everybody as wants to hear about it. When it happened people didn’t want to talk about anything else. “

  My feelings were mixed as we came out of the inn. I was a little depressed by the opinion she had expressed of Simon. Apart from that, I had been excited to talk to someone who had actually lived near him at the time all that happened. I suspected that she had no doubt of his guilt. I was afraid that would be the general verdict. He had damned his case by running away.

  As we rode off, Lucas said: “You seemed to enjoy our garrulous hostess. Did you find it so absorbing to gather a little local colour?”

  “I did find it interesting.”

  “Murder fascinates most people. It is the mystery of this one. Though is it so mysterious?”

  “Why? What do you think is the truth?”

  “It’s clear enough, isn’t it? He ran away.”

  There was nothing I dared say. I wanted to shout out:

  He’s innocent. I know he’s innocent. It was hard to stop myself.

  I was tired when we reached Trecorn Manor. I had so looked forward to seeing Perrivale Court, but I had discovered nothing and it had been brought home to me what a strong feeling there was against Simon. Of course I had heard only one person’s opinion. But always against him would be the fact that he had run away.

  I was having one of my cosy sessions with Nanny Crockett. The twins were having their afternoon nap which, said Nanny Crockett, was good for them. It was Ellen’s free afternoon and she had gone to visit her parents in a nearby village.

  I was learning a little about Nanny Crockett’s background. She had come from London to take up her first post in Cornwall.

  “It was a bit of a wrench at first,” she said.

  “Couldn’t get used to it. Missed all the life. Then you get your little ones and they starts to
mean something to you. I got quite caught up with the place, too . the moors and the sea and alt that. You want to have a look at the place while you’re here. It’s worth looking at.” i I was telling her I enjoyed my ride.

  “We went a long way Near to a place called Upbridge. Do you know it?”

  “Know it!” cried Nanny Crockett.

  “I’d say I know UprI bridge. I lived in the place at one time. I was close to itj before that.”

  “Did you know Perrivale Court?” She was silent for a moment. There was a strange east, press ion on her face which I did not understand. Then she said: “I should think I do. I lived there for nigh on eight years.”

  ” You mean . in the house! ”

  “I do mean in Perrivale Court, Miss.”

  “You really lived there!”

  “Well, I was nanny to the boys, wasn’t I?”

  “You mean Cosmo … Tristan … Simon … ?”

  “I do. I was there in the nursery when little Simon was brought in. I remember that day. Never to be forgotten. There he was, handed over to me. Sir Edward said, ” This is Simon. He’s to be treated like the others. ” And there he was… a little scrap of a thing. I could see he was frightened bewildered like, so I took him by the hand and said, ” Don’t you fret, lovey. You’re with Nanny Crockett and everything’s all right. ” Sir Edward was pleased with me and that was something rare, I can tell you. He said, ” Thank you. Nanny. Look after the boy. He’ll feel a little strange at first. ” We took to each other .. Simon and me… from that moment.”

  I could scarcely suppress my excitement.

  “What a strange thing to do to bring a child into the house like that. Was there any explanation?”

  “Oh, Sir Edward wouldn’t give explanations. He was the one who said what was what and that was the end of it. If he said the boy was to be in the nursery, that was where he would be.”

  Tell me about the boy. What was he like? “

  “A nice little fellow … sharp as they come. Pining he was for someone he called Angel. I could only think it was his mother. I got little scraps from him … but you know how it is with children. They don’t always see things the way we do. He talked about Angel and there was an Aunt Ada who struck terror into his little heart. It seemed they’d buried Angel and he had been brought to Perrivale then. He couldn’t abide to hear the church bells toll as they did for a funeral. I found him once hiding under the bed … hands over his ears, to shut out the noise. He’d thought this Ada was going to take him away … and then Sir Edward had brought him to Perrivale.”