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Word will be out that a stranger is about. That foreman will be talking and saying he lied, that he seemed injured. Even worse, those children saw the blood on his waistcoat. The stains are fading into the graying black material now, but he buttons up his coat anyway. His stomach grumbles and he’s cold. He must steal food, perhaps from the back of the baker’s shop he’s noticed at the edge of town, and drink from the river. It isn’t right to steal, he knows, but murder is much worse. No matter what, he has to survive … until nightfall.
I t is getting dark when Sherlock touches Penny’s dress as she glides past on her way home from the mill. He’s been hiding in the long grass by the river. Thankfully, she is alone, and the little cry she utters doesn’t travel far. He is betting that he can trust her.
“I need some information.”
“Master Bell, I must be off. My husband owns a pocket watch. I am expected home within ten minutes. I’ve promised the children a bonfire for Guy Fawkes Night, too. I
really
must be rushing. Rumpleside wouldn’t give us the day off.” She pauses. “I know you are a runaway. You need not play games with me; mothers know. You should get back home.”
“My mother is dead.”
Penny gently puts a hand on his shoulder. “I am grieved to hear that. But you must go home anyway, to your father or your siblings, whoever you can be with. I know about family troubles…. My daughter, the one your age I told you about … when I said she was gone what I meant was … she run off, too.”
“I haven’t run away, Mrs. Hunt, I promise you. Could we walk together? That wouldn’t slow you down.”
“I don’t think that would be wise.”
“Then please tell me what I need to know quickly.”
“You sound desperate, Master Bell. What is this about? Truly.”
Sherlock pauses. “I am not employed by a stationer, I will admit that. But I assure you I have good reason to be here.”
“What reason is that then?”
“I am looking for someone.”
She regards the anxious boy for a moment. “Someone from your family? Your father?”
“Yes…. My father.”
“And you think he is here somewhere?”
“Who lives in the place on the hill?”
A flash of fear crosses her face. “The manor house? You shouldn’t go there.”
“Why?”
“It doesn’t matter who or what you are after.”
“Why shouldn’t I go there?”
She looks around, then drops beside him in the tall grass. Sherlock recognizes the expression on her face, the one his mother used to give him whenever he came to her with a problem.
“Grimwood Hall has a history. No one from these parts ever darkens its grounds, let alone the buildings. Except them folks who is in it now.”
“And who are they?”
“None of them is old enough to be who you are looking for.”
“Who are they?”
“It’s a young couple and the gentleman’s brother. It cost little to rent, I suppose, maybe that was the attraction, maybe it was because they weren’t from these parts, or perhaps they just don’t care.”
“About what?”
Penny glances fearfully up the valley in the direction of Grimwood Hall. When she speaks again, her voice is low.
“It was built long ago, only God knows how long. It housed many lords and ladies. Henry VIII stayed there shortly after one of his wives went to the chopping block. An early owner is said to have put holes in the walls and secret passageways everywhere, to spy on his guests. Then, two generations ago, a lord murdered his lady. Her headless body was found one night on the grounds. A horrific scream had been heard not long before. He was never even brought before the magistrates because he had friends here and in London. But his friends abandoned him afterwards. He lived alone up there for many years, had no visitors, and was kept company only by the strange animals he brought back from India in his earlier years. One night during a terrible thunderstorm, another scream was heard and the
I t is getting dark when Sherlock touches Penny’s dress as she glides past on her way home from the mill. He’s been hiding in the long grass by the river. Thankfully, she is alone, and the little cry she utters doesn’t travel far. He is betting that he can trust her.
“I need some information.”
“Master Bell, I must be off. My husband owns a pocket watch. I am expected home within ten minutes. I’ve promised the children a bonfire for Guy Fawkes Night, too. I
really
must be rushing. Rumpleside wouldn’t give us the day off.” She pauses. “I know you are a runaway. You need not play games with me; mothers know. You should get back home.”
“My mother is dead.”
Penny gently puts a hand on his shoulder. “I am grieved to hear that. But you must go home anyway, to your father or your siblings, whoever you can be with. I know about family troubles…. My daughter, the one your age I told you about … when I said she was gone what I meant was … she run off, too.”
“I haven’t run away, Mrs. Hunt, I promise you. Could we walk together? That wouldn’t slow you down.”
“I don’t think that would be wise.”
“Then please tell me what I need to know quickly.”
“You sound desperate, Master Bell. What is this about? Truly.”
Sherlock pauses. “I am not employed by a stationer, I will admit that. But I assure you I have good reason to be here.”
“What reason is that then?”
“I am looking for someone.”
She regards the anxious boy for a moment. “Someone from your family? Your father?”
“Yes…. My father.”
“And you think he is here somewhere?”
“Who lives in the place on the hill?”
A flash of fear crosses her face. “The manor house? You shouldn’t go there.”
“Why?”
“It doesn’t matter who or what you are after.”
“Why shouldn’t I go there?”
She looks around, then drops beside him in the tall grass. Sherlock recognizes the expression on her face, the one his mother used to give him whenever he came to her with a problem.
“Grimwood Hall has a history. No one from these parts ever darkens its grounds, let alone the buildings. Except them folks who is in it now.”
“And who are they?”
“None of them is old enough to be who you are looking for.”
“Who are they?”
“It’s a young couple and the gentleman’s brother. It cost little to rent, I suppose, maybe that was the attraction, maybe it was because they weren’t from these parts, or perhaps they just don’t care.”
“About what?”
Penny glances fearfully up the valley in the direction of Grimwood Hall. When she speaks again, her voice is low.
“It was built long ago, only God knows how long. It housed many lords and ladies. Henry VIII stayed there shortly after one of his wives went to the chopping block. An early owner is said to have put holes in the walls and secret passageways everywhere, to spy on his guests. Then, two generations ago, a lord murdered his lady. Her headless body was found one night on the grounds. A horrific scream had been heard not long before. He was never even brought before the magistrates because he had friends here and in London. But his friends abandoned him afterwards. He lived alone up there for many years, had no visitors, and was kept company only by the strange animals he brought back from India in his earlier years. One night during a terrible thunderstorm, another scream was heard and the
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