photograph, and for the first time properly noticed the two seated figures. âIs one of these Maisieâs mother?â
âThatâs her.â Mrs. Wilson pointed to a pretty, dark-haired woman who, unlike the others, wasnât looking at the camera at all. She seemed abstracted, as if the photographer had caught her when she wasnât ready and was thinking about something else.
âAngela,â said Mrs. Grocott unexpectedly.
âWhatâs that, Mother? Mrs. Holtâs name wasnât Angela.â She shook her head. âGetting confused now. Not surprising.â
âShe looks just like Maisie,â said Hannah. âMrs. Holt, I mean.â
Pat Wilson frowned and seemed about to say something, but then appeared to change her mind. She pointed to the second figure. âAnd this oneâs Miss Holt.â
âMaisieâs aunt?â
âThatâs right. No oil painting, was she? No wonder she never found a husband!â
Miss Holt had a narrow, pinched face, thick black eyebrows, a long, pointed nose, and a jutting chin. In between, her mouth had an expression of angry disapproval. It was hard to see how this woman could possibly have been the aunt of that pretty child, but quite easy to see why she might have been unpopular.
âWhereâs Maisieâs father?â asked Hannah. âDo you know why he wasnât in the photo?â
âCaptain Holt was a soldier. He was away a lot, fighting some war or other, and got himself killed soon after Maisie died. I rather doubt he even knew what had happened to her, which was just as well, considering.â Again Mrs. Wilson frowned, and Hannah sensed it was the right time to ask the question sheâd tried to put to Mrs. Grocott.
âYour mother said that after Maisie died, there was talk among the servants. Do you know what she meant?â
Mrs. Wilson glanced at the old lady in the chair, whose eyes were closed once more. âYouâve got to remember,â she began slowly, âthat feelings run high when a child dies. And everyone loved Maisie, I believe. The trouble was, so far as I can tell, that this Miss Holt took all the nursing on herself, and when the little girl died, everyone looked for someone to blame.â
âThey thought sheâd let her die unnecessarily?â
âWorse than that.â
Hannah stared at her. âYou canât mean . . . ?â
Mrs. Wilson nodded. âIt seems crazy, doesnât it? What did she have to gain from the childâs death? All the same, the servants got it into their heads that sheâd deliberately done away with that little girl.â
âBut were they right?â
Mrs. Wilson simply spread her hands helplessly. âHow can anyone be certain, after all this time? Nothing was ever proved, thatâs all I know.â
âSo if she didââHannah swallowedââdeliberately kill Maisie, she got away with it?â
âI wouldnât say that, exactly. Miss Holt might not have been found guilty officially, but the result was much the same as if she had been. Word got around, you see, and after Maisie died, no one would employ her aunt. I believe eventually she ended up in the workhouse, and she died there shortly after.â
Hannah shivered. She had heard of conditions in Victorian workhouses. Then a thought struck her. âDid Maisieâs mother think she was guilty too? Is that why she couldnât stay on at Cowleigh Lodge?â
Mrs. Wilsonâs face flushed. âNo one stayed on after Maisie died. Mrs. Holt moved away and the house was sold.â
Hannah looked curiously at her, wondering why she seemed suddenly ill at ease. Was it the thought of Maisieâs mother, living out the rest of her life with her only child dead and no husband to support her? Whatever the truth, it was a depressing story. But there was still something she needed to know.
âDid Maisie . . . did she ever say
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