those from the front windows of the house.
Philippa met her motherâs eyes. âBlock the archway,â she murmured.
Makepeace nodded. âStop in the archway, Sanders. Block it.â
âRight yâare, missus.â
There was no time to consult, they were turning in, had stopped. âOpen your door,â Makepeace said, opening hers until its jamb scraped the gatehouse wall. âYou two get out your side, Jenny stand, Pippy get âem in.â She leaned from the angled window and raised her voice. âSafe home now, lads, thank you.â
âReckon usâll see you up to the house,â the leading constable said.
Philippa pushed Jenny out. âStay there.â Jennyâs skirts would cover the gap between the carriage door and the ground should any of the lawmen dismount and be in a position to look through it. She flattened herself, squeezed past and came out onto the drive.
And there they were; two shapes caught in Sandersâs lamps, crouched and blinking in the center of the lawn like a couple of hideous ornaments. She began gesticulating for them to run towards her but they were confused and she had to go to them. âGet in the carriage and lie down. Quickly.â
She could hear her mother bantering with the men in the roadway, offering them liquid refreshment, which, presumably, was what theyâd delayed for in the first place. She teased them. âBut I suppose you ainât allowed to drink on duty.â
By the time the denials occasioned by that remark had died down, Beasley and his companion had wormed their way into the bottom of the carriage. Philippa shut the door on them.
âHowâs that wheel now, Sanders?â Makepeace called.
âStay on a bit longer, I reckon.â
âGet on then.â
Philippa took her half sisterâs arm and together they walked up the drive as if enjoying the nightâs freezing air, slowing down the cavalcade coming politely behind them.
Hildy had heard their approach and opened the front door on to the steps where Makepeace was already alighting and giving orders. âOff to the coach house with you, Sanders, and see to that wheel. Ale for four, Hildy. You lads can come into the hall for your drink, but take your damn boots off.â
Nobody paid attention to Philippa and Jenny as they followed the carriage around to the side of the house where an arch in the wall led to the coach and stable yard.
Jenny was patting her heart. âI nearly swooned. How did you know what to do?â
âPractice. Living with Ma you get used to it.â
âThat you do,â Sanders said.
Both exaggerated for old-timesâ sakeâapart from aiding the group of Beasleyâs friends whoâd wanted to escape to France, Makepeace had spent the last five years in law-abiding grief.
Beasley and his companion were too tired and too cold to talk. Stumbling, they followed Jenny and Philippa around to the kitchen yard and in through the back door. The large kitchen was empty and lit only by the glow of the fire banked down for the night. Beside it, a kettle stood on a trivet. A cloth covered half a goose and some ham. The women immediately started preparing food.
The man with Beasley sat down at the table and put his head on it.
Beasley slouched in a corner. âYouâve grown a fine pair of bubbies since I saw you last,â he said to Jenny. Jenny blushed.
âDonât you start that,â Philippa told him. He was especially graceless when frightened, but if heâd been scared so had she and Jenny.
Makepeace came in from the hall passage, her fingers entwined through tankard handles. âTheyâve gone. Hildyâs upstairs preparing the beds in the attic.â She looked without warmth at Beasley. âWell?â
âDidnât know where else to go.â
âTo hell would have been a good idea,â she told him. âWhat is it this time?â
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