The Harrogate Secret (aka The Secret)

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by Catherine Cookson


  ‘Writing a book? Me? Huh! That’ll be the day. All I want, sir, is to get back home and live a quiet life out of the limelight. Oh, aye, out of the limelight. So if you want to read adventures, sir, there’s always Mr Dickens or Wilkie Collins, or men like them.’

  ‘You read them?’

  ‘Yes.’ Freddie’s voice was flat. ‘Them and many more.’ Then he smiled at the man, saying, ‘And I’ll keep it at that. But thank you for what you have done, sir.’

  The man now leant towards him and in a stage whisper he said, ‘Your note of hand will be all the thanks I need; I never do anything for love.’

  Freddie now actually laughed a deep, deep laugh. He was a good fellow, he liked him. He now turned to his solicitor, saying, ‘Well, see you on Monday, Mr Roland.’

  And then he left to go home and start his new life with Belle, for that’s what he wanted, all he had ever dreamed about, all that he craved for, a life with Belle, a life with Belle all down the years that were left to him: Belle by his side in the days and enfolded in his arms at night until at death did they part.

  The End

 

 

 


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