Joss! Luke stared round. You realise what I could do here, dont you! Ive had the most brilliant idea! Looking for jobs in London will probably be a dead loss, but I could work here! In three steps he had reached one of the doors. Pulling it open he peered into an empty garage. Cars! I can restore cars. I can start again. My God, there would be room to do it, too. It would give us a living of sorts. Excitedly he peered into the stable and outbuildings.
Behind him Joss was smiling. The house was working its spell. She could see his depression lifting as she watched. She stood there for a few minutes more, then, unable to resist it any longer she turned alone to the back door.
It was swollen with damp and grated against the York stone flags of a narrow dark hallway. Wait for me! Coming up behind her, Luke caught her hand. I think this is somewhere I should carry you over the threshold, dont you?
Giggling, Joss clung to his neck as he swept her off her feet and he walked with her into the darkness of the first room down the passage. There he set her down, panting. My God, woman. What have you been eating? Bricks?
They stared round in silence. The huge room was shadowy, a pale, reluctant light filtering around the edge of the shutters. Its the kitchen, Joss whispered. A huge fireplace took up the whole of one wall. In it a double size cooking range slumbered like some great black engine. On it stood an iron kettle. In the centre of the room stood a scrubbed oak table with round it six bentwood chairs. One was pulled out, as though the person seated on it had only a moment before stood up and left the room. To the left a glass-fronted dresser, dusty and hung with spiders webs, showed the gleam of china.
Silently, hand in hand like two trespassing children, Joss and Luke moved towards the door in the far wall. Over it a board hung with a line of fifteen bells, each controlled by a wire, showed how in days gone by the servants had been summoned from the kitchen quarters to other parts of the house.
Beyond the kitchen they found a bewildering range of small pantries and sculleries, and at the end of the passage a baize-lined door. They stopped.
Upstairs and downstairs. Luke smiled, running his hands over the green door lining. Are you ready to go above stairs?
Joss nodded. She was trembling. Luke pushed the door open and they peered out into a broad corridor. Again it was shadowy, bisected by fine lines of dusty sunlight. Here the scrubbed flags finished and they found themselves walking on broad oak boards which once had carried gleaming polish. Instead of an array of exotic carpets a drift of dried leaves had blown in under the front door and lay scattered over it.
To the right on one side of the front door they found the dining room. A long table stood there in the shuttered darkness, surrounded by awed, Luke counted out loud twelve chairs. To the left a large door, much older than anything they had seen so far, Gothic, churchlike, led into an enormous, high-ceilinged room. Amazed they stood staring up at the soaring arched beams and the minstrels gallery, screened by oak panelling, carved into intricate arches. My God. Joss took a few steps forward. Its a time warp. She stared round with a shiver. Oh Luke.
There was very little furniture. Two heavy oak coffer chests stood against the walls and there was a small refectory table in the middle of the floor. The fireplace still held the remains of the last fire that had been lit there.
On the far side of the room an archway hung with a dusty curtain led into a further hallway from which a broad oak staircase curved up out of sight into the darkness. They stood peering up.
I think we should open some shutters, Luke said softly. What this house needs is some sunlight. He felt vaguely uneasy. He glanced at Joss. Her face was white in the gloomy darkness and she looked unhappy. Come on, Joss, lets let in the sun.
He strode towards the window and spent several minutes wrestling with the bars which held the shutters closed. Finally he managed to lift them out of their sockets and he threw open the shutters. Sunshine poured in across the dusty boards. Better? He hadnt been imagining it. She was deathly pale.
She nodded. Im stunned.
Me too. He looked round. What this room needs is a suit of armour or two. You know, we could run this place as a hotel! Fill it with tourists. Make our fortune. He strode across the floor to a door beyond the hall and threw it open. The library! he called. Come and look! There are enough books here even for you! He disappeared from sight and she heard the rattle of iron on wood as once again he fought with a set of shutters.
She did not follow him for a moment. Turning round slowly she stared about her at the empty room. The silence of the house was beginning to oppress her. It was as if it were listening, watching, holding its breath.
Joss! Come and see. Luke was in the doorway. He was beaming. Its wonderful.
Joss gave herself a small shake. With a shiver she followed him through the doorway and immediately she felt better. Luke! It was, as he had said, wonderful. A small, bright room, full of mellow autumn light, looking down across the back lawns towards the small lake. The walls were lined to the ceiling with books except where an old roll top desk stood, with in front of it a shabby leather chair. Round the fire stood a cluster of three arm chairs, a side table, an overflowing magazine rack and a sewing basket, still with its silks and needles, witness to the last hours of Laura Duncans occupancy.
Joss stared round, a lump in her throat. It is as if she just stood up and walked out. She didnt even take her sewing things She ran her hand over the contents of the basket. There were tears in her eyes.
Come on. Luke put his arm around her again. Everything was planned. She didnt need her sewing things, thats all. She was looking forward to a life of leisure in France. I bet in her shoes, you wouldnt take your darning needles either. He squeezed her shoulder. The desk is locked. Is the key there, in the box?
It wasnt. They tried a succession before they gave up and resumed their tour of the house. The only other room on the ground floor was a small sitting room which looked out across the drive. The squeaking shutters opened reluctantly to show their car, already dusted with crisp brown leaves from the chestnut tree on the edge of the front lawn. On the grass a trio of rabbits grazed unconcerned within a few feet of its wheels.
At the foot of the stairs Joss paused. Above them a gracious sweep of oak treads curved around out of sight into the darkness. Aware that Luke was immediately behind her she still hesitated a moment, her hand on the carved newel post.
Whats the matter?
She shrugged. I dont know. I just had the feeling as if there was someone up there. Waiting.
Luke rumpled her hair affectionately. Perhaps there is. The skeleton in the cupboard. Come on, let Uncle Luke go first. He took the stairs two at a time, disappearing around the corner and out of sight.
Joss did not move. She heard his footsteps echoing across the floor, the now familiar rattle of shutters and suddenly the stairs above her head were flooded with light. Come on. No skeletons. His footsteps crossed the floor again, growing fainter until she could hear them no more.
Luke! Suddenly she was frightened. Luke, where are you? Slowly she began to climb.
Luke! Suddenly she was frightened. Luke, where are you? Slowly she began to climb.
The stairs creaked slightly beneath her weight. The polished handrail was smooth and cold under her palm. She looked up, her concentration focused on the upper landing as she rounded the curve towards it. A broad corridor ran crossways in front of her with three doors opening off it. Luke?
There was no reply.
She stepped onto a faded Persian rug and glanced quickly into the doorway on her right. It led into a large bedroom which looked out across the back garden and beyond it, over the hedge towards a huge stubble field and then the estuary. The room was sparsely furnished. A bed, covered by a dust sheet, a Victorian chest of drawers, a mahogany cupboard. There was no sign of Luke. The doorway half way down the landing led into a large, beautiful bedroom dominated by an ornate four-poster bed. Joss gasped. In spite of the dust sheets which covered the furniture she could see how exquisite it all was. Stepping forward she pulled at the sheet which lay over the bed to reveal an embroidered bedcover, matching the hangings and tester.
So, Mrs Grant. What do you think of your bedroom, eh? Luke appeared behind her so suddenly she let out a little cry of fright. He put his arms around her. This is the kind of style to which you would like to be accustomed to live, I suspect? He was laughing.
Her fear forgotten, Joss smiled. I cant believe it. Its like Sleeping Beautys palace.
And Sleeping Beauty needs a kiss from a prince to wake her up and show her shes not dreaming!
Luke Her squeal of protest as he pulled her onto the high bed and began to kiss her was muffled as he climbed up beside her. I think we need to stake our claim on this bed, dont you, Mrs Grant? He was fumbling for the buttons on her jersey under her jacket.
Luke, we cant
Why not? Its your house, your bed!
She gasped as his hands, ice cold from the chill in the house, met the warm flesh of her breasts and pulled away her bra. Her excitement was rising to match his. Luke
Shut up. He dropped his mouth teasing her with his tongue, his hands busy with her skirt and tights. Concentrate on your husband, my love, he smiled down at her.
I am. She reached up pulling away his sweater and shirt and pushing them back so that she could kiss his chest, his shoulders, pulling him down towards her, oblivious to everything now but the urgency which was building between them.
In the corner of the room a shadowy figure stood motionless, watching them.
Yes! Lukes cry of triumph was muffled by the hangings of the bed. In the ceiling beams the stray sunlight from the garden wavered and died as dark clouds raced in from the east.
Clinging to Luke, Joss opened her eyes, staring up at the embroidered tester above her head. A rosette of pale cream silk, threadbare, cobwebbed, nestled in the centre of the fabric. Stretching, contented as a cat, Joss gazed round, not wanting to move, enjoying Lukes weight, his warmth, his closeness. It was a moment before her eyes registered something in the corner, another fraction of a second before her brain reacted. She blinked, suddenly frightened, but there was nothing there. Just a trick of the light.
Luke raised his head at last and looked down. Joss was crying.
Sweetheart, what is it? Contrite he wiped the tears with a gentle hand. Did I hurt you?
She shook her head. Take no notice. Im all right. I dont know why Im crying. Sniffing she wriggled away from him and slid off the bed.
Pulling down her skirt she went to retrieve her tights from the dusty boards. It was as she was putting them on that the sound of a bell pealed through the house.
Luke stood up. Pulling his sweater on over his head he padded across to the front window and looked out. Theres someone at the front door! He smothered a laugh. How embarrassing! Our first visitor and were caught in delicto!
Not caught! She pushed her feet into her shoes and smoothed her hair. Go on, then. Let them in.
They couldnt. Of the front door key there was no sign. By dint of shouting through the two-inch keyhole, Luke directed their visitor to the back door and it was in the shadowy kitchen that they received their first guest, a tall distinguished-looking woman, dressed in a heavy woollen coat, swathed in a tartan scarf.
Janet Goodyear. Next-door neighbour. She extended a hand to them both in turn. Sally Fairchild told me you were here. My dears, I cant tell you how excited the village will be when they hear youve arrived. Are you seriously going to live here? Its such a God-forsaken pile. Pulling off her gloves and throwing them on the table she walked over to the range and pulled open the door of one of the ovens. She wrinkled her nose cheerfully. This kitchen is going to need at least twenty thou spent on it! I know a brilliant designer if you need one. He would make a really good job of all this.
Luke and Joss exchanged glances. Actually, I want to leave the kitchen as it is, Joss said. Luke frowned. Her voice was ominously quiet. The range will refurbish beautifully.
Their visitor looked surprised. I suppose so. But youd do much better, you know, to swop it for a decent Aga. And God help you when it comes to the roof. Laura and Philip were always having trouble with the roof. She turned back from her poking around, her smile all warmth. Oh, my dears, I cant tell you how lovely it will be to have neighbours here. I cant wait for you to move in. Now, what Ive actually come for is to ask if youd like to pop over for lunch. We live just across the garden there; in the farmhouse. She waved a vaguely expansive hand. My husband owns most of the land round here.
Joss opened her mouth to reply, but Luke was ahead of her. Its kind of you, Mrs Goodyear, but weve brought our own food. I think on this occasion well take a rain check, if you dont mind. Weve got a lot of measurements and notes to take while were here.
Twenty thou! He exploded with laughter when at last they had managed to get rid of her. If she knew that we are going to move in here without a penny to our name she would probably have us struck off her Christmas card list before we were ever on it!
I dont think she meant to sound so frightening. I quite liked her. Joss had pulled open one of the tall cupboards. Shes right in one way, though, Luke. There is a lot to do. The roof presumably water, electricity; we dont know if it all works. And the stove. I suppose we could get it going she stared at it doubtfully but it is going to gobble fuel.
Well cope. He put his arms round her again and gave her a hug. He was, she noticed, looking happy for the first time since he had found out about Barrys treachery. Really happy. For a start there was a massive amount of coal in one of the sheds in the courtyard, did you notice? he said. And there will be logs. Well manage, Joss. Somehow. Youll see.
5
An empty beer glass had left a wet ring on the pub table which Joss was busy transforming into a figure of eight with variations when David Tregarron fought his way back towards her from the bar carrying two spritzers and a bag of nuts.