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CHAPTER 10: FIRES OF HELL

It was a warm evening as Henry walked towards his master's study. For once the door was partially open as was the windows. He took the liberty of not knocking and as he was about to push the door open wide he heard voices. Claybourne was talking to…ah the gamekeeper.

“Are you sure it will work?”

“Quite certain sir; he will leave the village for sure and you won't have to look out and see that stupid cottage on edge of village again.”

Gerald smiled; “If this works and rids me of that man and his family I will repay you ten fold.”

The gamekeeper pulled a lopsided grin; “It will work and you shall have peace in your heart.”

“Then let this night of August the twenty forth burn brightly in my heart and in your eyes.”

Henry let go of the door and stepped backwards retracing his steps and just as the gamekeeper exited he went back to walking in forwards motion. Henry caught the gamekeeper's eye; “Is our master inside?”

The man looked furtive; “Yes…is that for him?”

Henry nodded; “Alas I was regretfully running a few minutes late as I had to fetch a new bottle from the cellar.” The man wouldn't twig that the sherry is not kept in the cellar.

“Aye; I have to be away this evening.”

“Then shall I inform cook you will not be here for breakfast?”

“No, no. I shall be here for breakfast; I have just been given the night off to go down pub.”

Henry nodded with understanding; “Of course; have one for me while you are there.”

The man didn't have anything else to say as he slipped off into the night whilst Henry took in the sherry.

“You're late.” Claybourne muttered.

“I had to open a new bottle sir; then your gamekeeper informed me he was going out this evening.” Henry sighed.

“Oh, yes; I gave him the evening off.” He raised his blood shot eyes up at the man. “Why are you all forlorn looking?”

“It is because I have never been given an evening off to do as I please; not this year at least.”

Gerald was going to protest but alas found this to be true; “Well bally well take this evening off and read a book or something.”

His master was in a better mood this evening; “I thank you sir; will that be all?”

“Yes; if I require anything I'll see to it myself.” He looked at the smiling man and the space taken by him; “Now close the door behind you and disappear; before I change my mind.”

“Consider it done sir.” Henry bowed as he took to flight.

 

Jack had left on the first train on the twenty third and made a slow journey down to London. There he met with his superiors over lunch of all places; not the formal meeting he had thought it to be. Apparently one of the men he worked for all those many years ago was now very high up and could afford to treat certain ones to a fine meal at an exclusive restaurant. He was holed up in his digs on the evening of the twenty fourth. The night was warm and the air was thick along with the atmosphere. He put on his best suit once more and took a rather drawn out journey to Highbury to ascertain where Miss Carrie lived under house arrest.

Jack shouldn't pinpoint the exact time but all of a sudden all hell broke out with chaotic noises and all forms of stimuli to alarm one's soul; for out of the darkness a whole load of planes could be heard droning and before long explosions could be heard pelting London.

“Get undercover man!” Shouted another chap in panic; “The German's are bloody bombing us!”

Jack saw the fear in that person's eyes as he ran for cover and like a nightmare disappeared into a bright flash. Jack felt the force of the explosion as he was knocked backwards; though as he came to hit the floor he knew he was okay. As for the chap he was no longer there; a crater sat where he had run.

He remembered being picked up by two men and dragged down below into some kind of cellar and as the whole place shook from the bombs he could only think about Carrie.

 

Rosie sat in her bedroom listening to the wireless when she thought she heard something. The pigs were squealing and kicking up a raucous. She looked out to see a shadow running from the back and round to the front and by the time she had made it to the front bedroom; the man was gone.

“Blinking peeping tom's; why they'd want to take a peak at me I don't know.”

She was glad she was still fully clothed and decided to go back into her bedroom and switch off her prized possession and when the sound died, that was when she heard a distinct hiss and pop. As she went back out Rosie saw smoke bellowing out and climbing the stairs towards her.

Henry managed to catch a lift from the kind local doctor and as he rounded the corner he saw smoke pouring out of the cottage and flames upon the thatched roof. His mind drifted back to the conversation he had had down the pub just about five minutes earlier…

“Have you seen Mister Claybourne's gamekeeper anywhere in here tonight?”

The landlord looked him up and down; “Not been in here this evening; may have gone to town.”

He was about to leave when he turned back to ask; “Is Rosie here?”

“No; tonight's her night off she'll be down old Jones' cottage probably polishing the brass no doubt. She loves it there.” The Landlord then joked; “Probably glad to be out of our hair what with the kids and my nagg'in wife.”

Henry froze as he recalled the conversation between Gamekeeper and Mister Claybourne.

“Do you have a telephone?”

“Yeah.”

“Call the police and fire brigade and get them to head out to the cottage.”

The Landlord's face dropped a mile; “Why should I do that?”

“Because your Rosie's life is in danger and trust me on this one; she needs your help.”

He remembered running out and hastening his pace up the street before Doctor Bates came after him in his car.

“Trouble you say?”

“Yes sir at Jones' cottage.”

“Hop in man; get there quicker.”

 

The smoke and the heat pushed Rosie out of consciousness as she fell down the wooden stairs and onto the floor. Down there the oxygen was still about and this helped her to stay with it and try and crawl for the door.

 

Henry saw the fire raging and knew it was from the back and heading forward. If the lady was inside and upstairs then it would be a ladder job.

“I'll go round back and see if I can see her.” Bates had said as he dodged a falling lump of thatch as it came down with sparks flying.

“Okay; I'll try the front door.”

“Put something over your face man and make sure it's wet; stops a lot of smoke getting into your lungs.”

Henry ripped at his sleeve and felt the shirt give. Using that he dipped it into the small pond and though the water smelt musty he tied the wrung out sleeve round the back of his head and kicked open the cottage door. He ducked as a ball of flames fed by the fresh air burst out and soon disappeared. Once in he felt the smoke making his eyes water and even though it was compared to peeling about twenty ripe onions at once he could make out the figure of the poor lass. Reaching down he could sense the smoke trying to reach into his lungs and pulling on her arms he rather unceremoniously dragged the girl towards the flaming door arch. There he was helped by the good doctor.

In the distance bells could be heard of a fire engine racing to the scene. Bates once clear of the raging inferno gave the girl first aid and found to his relief that she wasn't badly hurt.

Henry wiped his forehead and smelt his singed clothes and burnt hair. He looked over at the doctor as they both sat on their knees; “Is she going to be okay?”

Rosie opened her eyes and coughed up some black substance and after catching her breath she replied; “Bloom'in great; shame though.”

Bates looked over at the cottage; “Yes it was a beautiful cottage.”

“No; lost my nice new dress I was going to wear to the wedding.”

Henry laughed as he saw the funny side while the doctor looked bemused.

 

Jack wandered through the mess and saw the rescue services doing a good job at helping the injured. He made his way to Highbury where he was told of a few bombs landing but not as much as other parts of London; though to look at it, he wasn't sure. He prayed that one of the places hit wasn't where Carrie lived.

 

“We must find an air raid shelter and hide out!” Carrie shouted at one of the servants who looked straight faced at the girl.

“The lady of the house strictly ordered no one to leave this house under any circumstances.”

“But the lady of the house didn't foresee a bombing raid by the Germans.”

The man almost jumped when a bomb came down and exploded nearby. He was joined by a maid who looked much like a frightened mouse.

“Excuse me but a bomb has just landed in park just yonder.”

“That is where they will land; I have it on good authority that the bombs will not harm this part of London.”

“On who's authority?” Carrie questioned as the person in charge came floating through the door.

“On mine. There is an agreement with our friends over the water to leave certain parts of London alone. My husband has assured me this.”

“You have formed an alliance with Hitler himself?”

Lady Peterson smiled; “We have formed a pact that they will leave certain areas of importance alone as long as we do the same.”

Carrie rubbed her forehead in disbelief and was just about to say another few well chosen words when the whole house was shaken and the roof collapsed. Nothing was left except to fall into unconsciousness.

 

“Bloomin mess round here mate!” One of the wardens's shouted across to Jack. “New it was going to come and when it does you don't know what to do.”

“Aye; all I could do was watch a man get blown away before being carried off to shelter.”

The warden nodded as he pointed out a pile of rubble; “Take a look at this place; once a well to do family sitting in doors having a game of cards when they fail to hear the warning and the place is blown sky high.”

Jack could see firemen dousing down flames and a queue forming to help remove rubble.

“Who lived there because I'm looking for the Peterson household?”

The guy sighed as he put an arm around him; “That's all that's left mate. We pulled out the lady of the house and a maid.”

“Are they?”

The guy nodded; “Nothing could be done; the roof collapsed as the bomb exploded in the back of the yard. Funny thing was the German's were on their way out and were just off loading a few; that's what the word is down head office.”

Jack felt the need to help and was just going too when he heard a fireman call out; “Body in the rubble and it's moving! A little help here.”

Jack rushed over and stumbled on the bricks and splintered wood; he felt a piece of it dig into his leg and pierce his trousers. But nothing was going to stop him from helping.

He aided fireman dig the person out along with about three others and as he reached down he found her still breathing.

“Miss Carrie; oh my lord you are still alive!” A tear fell down his face as he helped her out. He could see her leg was broken and maybe other wounds.

She felt the pain and knew she was still alive. Carrie opened her eyes and saw one of the men. Her voice croaked before sound came out in the form which she hoped made sense.

“I must be dreaming; because Jack is in the countryside and not to be found in London.”

He reached down and kissed her forehead; “No Jack Jones is here to see you and help you get back to countryside.”

She smiled and as her eyes closed she whispered; “Thank you.”

 

“Some very bad news I'm afraid Mister Jones sir.” Jason's butler came rushing in.

Jason himself raised his eyes and saw the man was clearly agitated.

“What is it?” Katherine asked as she placed down a book they were reading together.

“I'm sorry mom, I didn't see you behind the door.” He apologised before addressing them both; “There has been a fire at your father's cottage and a man has been arrested. They suspect arson.”

Jason stood up and looked down at his man; “Who did this thing?”

“It appears to be the gamekeeper at Claybourne house.”

He closed his eyes as the spectre of the past had come up to haunt him and his father once more; “I'll have to let my father know of this turn of events.” He suddenly remembered the one who was looking after the cottage; “Is Rosie okay?”

“I have it from good authority that she is recovering at her previous place of residence.”

He glanced back at his fiancé and she nodded in understanding; “Then we must get the car and go and see the damage and call first of all upon dear Rosie.”

Jack felt as if he had been in this position before; well he had except it wasn't his son it was a dear girl in hospital and like an anxious father he was waiting for the news.

“You are not the daughter's father?”

Jack spun round as he clutched his cap in hand; “No, the father is on way; my friends at office dispatched a courier to relay message. I'm a friend…” He coughed at the words he was saying before finishing; “Of the family.”

“Then you will be pleased to know that despite being under a lot of rubble she only sustained a broken leg and a few cuts and bruises to the rest of her body.”

Jack let out a sigh of relief and knew she had been lucky unlike others who had perished this very night.

“She is sleeping and best left.” The doctor added almost as an after thought; “You can visit tomorrow.”

Jack pulled out of his pocket a small gift; “It's not much but can you pass that round your staff as I think they've earned it.” He allowed the doc to take it and asked; “How was it?”

He smiled a pained expression; “Bloody awful; we weren't prepared. We knew it was coming and still we weren't ready for such an assault.” Placing the chocolate away he added; “Thanks; this will help.”

Jack watched the man walk away all tired and dejected. He must have seen some horrors that no man or woman should be subjected to. He took a look at his pocket watch, observed the time and realised he had to report in soon. He took a walk outside, the day was upon them and there was a familiar car.

“Thought I'd find you here; bloody terrible night.”

Jack looked up at his friend and superior; “Aye it was and we were I'll prepared.”

The man nodded in agreement; “That's why we need to get on with our job. As soon as we learn what Hilter is planning we will be able to prevent as much carnage as we can; and kick him back a little.”

“Are we going to respond?”

The man smiled; “Bet you a shilling and more that we are; if not already done so.”

 

The cottage was a mess and it still smouldered from the intense heat. The pigs had been rescued and local farmer had taken them under his wing.

“Lovely cottage this was.” The local bobby muttered as he handed over a small silvery object.

Jason noted it was a ring his mother wore; that's what dad had said.

“It will be again someday.” He tucked the ring away and asked; “What was the gamekeeper's reason for setting light to my da's cottage?”

“Said it was vengeance upon you beating Master Peterson one evening last summer.”

“Taking a long time to get revenge?” He eyed up the charcoal coloured semi collapsed walls; “No, this was Claybourne's doing.”

“Well don't be going up there and reaping your own justice; I will have to pull you in like his gamekeeper if you do.” The man then changed tact a little; “I told him he could have been facing manslaughter if young Rosie had perished in fire.”

“She was lucky to get out of there.”

“Helped she was by Claybourne's manservant and Doctor Bates.”

“What was Henry doing down here?”

“Apparently having an evening off; though some in pub said he was severely agitated when he arrived and said Rosie was in danger.” The policeman stumbled over a few bits of smouldering wood. “He knew of gamekeeper and his plan; though he told me it was Claybourne who had given permission to burn your place down just like you said.”

“Then why can't we arrest him?”

“Because the good Doctor has denied this in his statement and confirmed that the old gamekeeper had spoken of revenge on many occasions and he and Gerald Claybourne had talked him out of such a rash action.”

Jason looked up at his old home and shook his head; “Sounds like Claybourne is covering up another one of his dirty moves.”

“Well don't go uncovering things that aren't there. I don't want to arrest you for bodily harm or revenge.” The bobby faced Jason down; “Leave it up to my boys and if the truth surfaces we will be doing the justice here under King's orders, not any personal vendetta.”

 

“How are you Rosie?” Katherine asked as the girl sat in her room on her rocking chair.

“Well enough; just pig sick.”

“There was nothing you could do, Jack will understand.”

Rosie rocked in her chair as she took another sip of her hot lemon which made her throat protest, it being sore from coughing. “Does he know yet?”

“I have a letter on its way; he will know soon enough, though last nights bombing will hamper things a little.”

Rosie took her drink away as she rocked harder; “I take it he will be alright?”

Katherine wasn't certain as Jason had said nothing but showed his concern as news reports came hot over the wireless.

“He'll be okay, you know Jack.”

“Can you stop rocking on that chair; baby is trying to sleep in here!” The voice of the lady of the pub came out in a shrilly voice she possessed.

Rosie closed her eyes as the noise of that woman's tone rattled round her tender sore head; “I'd think you shouting has woken baby not my chair.”

Katherine noted her quiet response and wanted to laugh but held a straight face; “You like living here then?”

“Just like having extra hole in head; besides it pays me wages.” The girl looked up and got very upset. Katherine rushed over to comfort her.

“What is it?”

“I can't attend your wedding; I was so looking forward to it.”

“Why not?”

“Because I haven't a dress; that was lost along with most of my belongings. I can't exactly come to wedding in my work clothes.” She sniffed as her handkerchief told of last nights events; all grey and smelling of smoke. “Never been a guest at wedding before.”

Katherine pulled out one of her monogrammed handkerchiefs and passed it over; “Here have this one and burn that other.”

The girl looked even more stressed at this suggestion; “But it's the only one I have.”

“Will you shut up in there; baby is awake now!” The voice from the other room cried out and the baby managed to match the same pitch as it wailed.

“Come on; you'll not stay here another day longer.”

Rosie frowned; “Where will I be off to? This is my life.”

Katherine smiled; “Not any more. You will come and work for me and help me get my wedding prepared. Then you will be my bridesmaid as I haven't got one yet.” She looked at the gawping lady; “That's only if it is agreeable to you?”

Rosie blinked before standing; “Aye that would be a dream come true.”

“Good; get your things packed and I will make compensation to landlord and inform him of your transfer of employment.”

 

Jason took a look at Claybourne noting it was lacking something about it these days. It was the same thing that it lacked many years ago; the want for of an enchanting lady by the name of Carrie.

“What do you want round here Jones?” A stern voice yelled out to the man as he observed the pain in his life come almost tearing out of the garage. He was followed by his mechanic and Henry.

“Now sir we do not want to make a scene.” Henry advised as he struggled to keep up until his employer stopped to glare.

“Why not? This is my property and I want him off!”

Jason saw him coming and so decided to face him down; “Why did you burn my father's cottage down sir?”

This took the wind out of Gerald's sail; “I hardly have time for this today. Anyway what are you talking about man? My stupid gamekeeper did it not I.”

“You can tell that to all your influential friends down at the shooting club and over bridge but it don't wash with me.”

“No, nothing washes with you does it. You constantly interfere with my plans and my life; always sticking your nose in where it's not wanted. Your father's the same and your mother before him. Now take my advice…”

Jason let go a snarl; “And what might that be Claybourne?”

“Marry your girl and live a life of obscurity and maybe when the Nazi's land they might just leave you alone.”

Jason reached out and stopped the guy from turning; “What is it with you? Is it because I loved your daughter or does it run deeper than that?”

“I advise you sir to take your hand off of me and as for your question I shall answer it.”

“Please go on and do.” He removed his hand and noted Gerald straighten his jacket and as a mockery, pretend to brush some filth from it.

“It runs way back in the past and has only been aggravated by your actions. Now kindly leave; I have a sick daughter to rush down and visit.”

This caught him off the hop; “What do you mean?”

“The air raids last night on London! My daughter was caught up in one and Wolfgang has lost his mother. So you see you are not the only one to have problems.”

As Gerald left, Jason caught Henry's attention; “Just how bad?”

“Not too bad; just a broken leg. I'm to go down and care for my lady while Claybourne makes arrangements to have her brought back here until the war is over.” Henry smiled; “What really rankles with him is that your father pulled her out of the wreckage.”

Jason grinned; “One over said master then.”

Henry nodded before hiding his smile; “Would you like me to convey the bad news to your father about his cottage?”

“No; he will know by now.” The small man understood and was just about to walk away when Jason felt he had to say; “Thanks for saving Rosie's life; Katherine and I would like to just express our gratitude.”

The older man seemed touched as he swallowed before replying; “It was an honour to be of assistance.”

“Blast it Henry get in this car now!” Claybourne shouted all red faced. “I must be with my daughter by sun fall.” He then directed his anger at Jason; “And you, be off my property at once.”

Jason tipped his head as an acknowledgement before making his way back to his car and off to pick up Katherine. When he arrived he found Rosie waiting with a bag in her hand.

“What have we got here then?”

By the look on his fiancées face he knew what to expect; “I have engaged Rosie's services.”

“That's great lass; best all hop in.”

As soon as the car pulled away Jason told his lady what had happened to Carrie. She was deeply concerned but both agreed that to head on down while Claybourne was about would only hinder matters.

 

Gerald saw his daughter as she lay on bed in hotel and was disappointed at her lack of words to him. A few hit home.

“I wanted to come back home but you wouldn't let me.”

“My dear child; you are married to Wolfgang and a father interfering in your place would only create a strain upon all our relations.”

“Spare me the platitudes father; you are only in this for monetary gain.”

Claybourne sat down by his daughter and went to take her hand for her to pull it away; “I have financial gains if I stay by the house of Peterson I agree. But that is not all, I have other obligations and promises to fulfil and I would hate to severe my ties only to cut off my own family name in the process.”

Carrie sighed as the same arguments came out over and over again; her father didn't love her enough to stand by her and she would not see Claybourne Manor again.

“You had better leave before they start bombing again; wouldn't want to see your name squashed under a bomb would we.”

Gerald stood back up; “My dear; I wouldn't want you…”

“Hello Claybourne how nice it is to see you once more.”

Gerald turned round to see Wolfgang and a surprise it was too.

“I thought you were still over in France?”

“No, my heroics are over dear father. I have been transferred to intelligence for bomber command. My own daddy saw to it as he has his fingers in every pie as you well know.”

Gerald understood; “I was just talking to Carrie about getting her out of London and into the countryside.”

Wolfgang walked over and kissed his wife upon her forehead; “I agree.”

Gerald raised his eyebrows in surprise; “Then you will also find it appealing to let her retire to Claybourne.”

Peterson smiled before replying; “Oh no can do dear fellow. I want my wife at my country estate not yours.”

“I have a good doctor and experience in aiding my daughter.”

Wolfgang laughed before settling down to business; “And my father and I have several influential people who would be rather interested in your business dealings.”

“As I have people who would be interested in your own.” He lowered his tone as he invited Wolfgang to step away from his wife.

Peterson picked up a glass and poured himself a drink while speaking to his lady; “Excuse me my dear; I have to talk with your father.”

Gerald followed the man outside of the lounge; “You know that if I get found out you will be brought down as well.”

“Don't blow a gasket old boy; just face the facts that I and my father could blow you away and not even get a stain upon our reputation.” He straightened the man's tie up for him; “Don't threaten me with your words. You wanted to get into bed with us on this and as my father and mother went out on a limb to help you get out of Germany; I'd hate to see you despise our help.”

Gerald folded a little; “I want my daughter under my care.”

“Then move to my house and be with her and make sure that that Jones fellow stays clear of her.”

Gerald suddenly realised; of course he lived not more than a few miles from the Peterson's. Then again he was getting married.

“Jason Jones is to be wed presently and will be of no trouble. I accept your generous invitation and will move my business there where I can be with my daughter.”

Wolfgang walked away and spoke loudly to his love; “There you see the cattle market it closed for the day and the auction complete. You shall come to my family estate and your father shall be our guest.”

So her father had lost another round to this man, her husband and his family. What was it with them and would she ever be free of their curse? A bright hope glimmered in her eyes; Jason was closer now and just maybe she could see him and Katherine some days. If not? Then death would be a welcoming experience for her.

 

“We need you to transfer operations to Bletchley Park as soon as you can.”

Jack looked up at his superior officer and friend, he folded his paper and leaned forward so little could be leaked out into the open air; “Bletchley? I am out of my league here?”

The man of younger years smiled allowing his dark brown eyes to focus on the friend he had confidence in; “We have intercepts from German Army or Luftwaffe.”

“Five digit coding then?” Jack added as he supped his tea in this semi empty café.

“You could say that. We have been doing fine in cracking some of the codes. The problem is; we have been trying to pinpoint certain radio transmissions. Suddenly as soon as we got close the German's changed the code.”

“Not sure I can be of assistance; isn't that down to your young gifted brains over there?”

The man smiled once more; “Modesty Jack plain modesty. You know you can influence this rag tag bunch of misfits into a highly organised team capable of deciphering those new codes.”

“I'll need another machine to work on friend and access to all the data I need.”

He laughed; “Don't worry dear boy those little things are already underway.” He sat back and took his coffee to hand and recalled Jack's assessment of older codes. “You know you always maintained that codes were much like measuring up to build a cabinet; all the dimensions come together and seem to boggle the mind for a while until they all come as one to form a solitary glorious clear as crystal picture. It's the construction that takes it's time. You were a brilliant mathematician; why the hell did you give it up?”

“Love my friend just plain old fashioned love. Out of all the equations in life; love is the unfathomable one. I had skill in the carpentry business and that was the certain probability to live a quiet life with my love and my boy.” He smiled as Forrester placed his cup down; “Though you know this already.”

“Of course and I know something else Jack dear boy.”

“What's that?”

“A telegram arrived for you and its not good news.”

“How do you know; been opening up my mail again?”

“Tush, tush; when a telegram arrives marked as urgent it always brings bad news.” He took down the last dregs of this god awful coffee and made a frank comment, “Constantly bad news in war; you know that.”

Jack took the communication and opened it and indeed as Forester said, it was bad news.

“Oh hell; just bloody hell!”

Forester sat further back as it was unlike old Jones to lose his rag and spit swear words out like a man eating spicy food for the first time.

“It's my cottage; burnt down by one of Claybournes' men.”

“It never rains but pours for you. I'm sorry about your cottage; I knew what it meant to you.” He stood up and tossed money down for his friend's meal. “The big ‘B' can wait until after this weekend. Get your cottage sorted, attend your son's wedding and head back after the weekend.”

Jack nodded and stood to go noting the money; “I can take care of this.”

Forester placed a solitary hand of comfort upon his man's shoulder; “You take care of all your things and then pay me back by helping my gifted crack that code.”

He watched his mate walk away and after a few minutes hesitation he hurried back to his digs and made his move to come back up country. Before he did he found that at the hospital Carrie had been checked out and was heading back up north to be most probably with her father.

 

The wedding day came about and the morning was beautiful. Everything was a mess and avoiding seeing the bride before the big moment was hard but done by Jack dressing his son in one of the guest rooms out of the way of the master bedroom.

“Got the ring?” Jason asked nervously.

“Aye got ring in pocket. Now let's get going before we come across bride leaving ahead of us.” Jack replied as he clutched hold of ring in one pocket and his son's arm with other hand which was also in pocket.

“Da you are going to rip the suit!”

He grinned back; “Nah that's finest materials that; won't break.”

The drive to the church was one that took just a short while and was good because the sun was shining its approval on the ceremony. Once there Jason saw a host of people who had turned up including one person who he had not expected to see.

“What are you doing here?” Jason looked down slightly at this curse of a man.

“I decided to accept your invitation and on behalf of my daughter we wish you all the happiness going.”

“Aye Claybourne, I take that from Carrie but you I don't.”

“That's fine by me as I am here to make sure you tie the knot and leave my family well alone.”

Jack pulled on his son's arm; “Come now my son don't let Mister Claybourne upset you on this wonderful day.”

“Just make sure you look after your daughter whilst at Claybourne Sir.”

“She's with her husband at his family home. Home whilst sorting out with Lord Peterson the funeral arrangements.”

Jason understood the keep clear warning and felt closer to Carrie as she was just a few miles away. “Send my compliments to Miss Carrie and my condolences to the Peterson household.”

Jack tugged and they were inside with the few who agreed to this marriage. The masses of the upper crust still regarded it with suspicion or outright contempt. Lower class marrying upper class! What will the neighbours think and all gentry in high circles?

Katherine walked in a daze as she made her way up the isle to be with her husband to be. The words from the vicar were all just jumbled up words and as the ring was produced she stared hard at it. This was not the wedding rings she had thought they had agreed to purchase.

Jason frowned whilst staring hard at them; “Da, these are the wrong rings.”

Jack smiled as he proudly replied; “Nah, these are the right rings. Your mother's and..” He waggled his wedding finger; “My one; I'm certain they will fit as my hands are a big as yours and your mothers was roughly the same size as Miss Katherine's.”

A solitary tear of thanks flowed from Jason's right eye as he took the ring and placed it upon his wife's delicate finger and she did the same for him though not so delicate his fingers; all hammer blows and splinter marks. The rings were as his dad had assured; the right fit for the right occasion.

 

The party was good and Jack noted all were having a great time except Gerald Claybourne. It was obvious in hindsight he wasn't going to enjoy himself as all friends here were anti him.

“Bloomin nerve him showing up here and after burning down your cottage.”

Jack didn't need to raise his head from his drink; “We don't know it was Claybourne's bidding and even if it was, he'd make sure gamekeeper would do time for it. Compensation when he came back to estate.”

“I'm sorry I didn't save anything, but the…”

Jack placed a finger upon her lips as he looked into her eyes; “The best thing was saved.” He took his finger away and with a dead pan face he added; “The pigs were worth more than anything burning in that cottage.”

Rosie frowned before getting the flow of his joke and the naughty glint in his eyes; “Oh you wicked man and a tease.”

Jack got a slap to the shoulder spilling his drink a little.

“Oh I'm sorry, a barmaid for years and I cannot even get that right; knocking your drink like that.”

“Don't worry lass. The best thing out of this is that you were saved from the cottage; I couldn't live…”

“Ah now Jack my love, nowt more in the joke department at my expense.”

“Now hear me out Rosie; I couldn't live with myself if my special girl was lost in there.”

She stopped giggling as the joke wasn't taking a funny turn here; he looked serious; “What are you trying to say to me Jack?”

“That…”

“Yeah?” She watched him take down the rest of his Brandy and inhale deeply; this did not fill her with confidence.

“That when I rebuild my cottage; I want to rebuild my life…with you.”

There it was and all she could reply with was; “Oh.”

Jack suddenly wanted to down another glass, as his kind of offer looked to be rejected; “That's all you can say is oh?”

Rosie's serious face turned into a smile and whisking the tumbler away from her man she shouted; “Of course I accept your offer; now give us a dance you handsome man!”

 

Jason found his wife a beauty divine as she danced with him; the lessons she had given him had been worth it. At least he didn't tread upon her delicate toes like he had done on several occasions. His night was made more complete when he was joined by Rosie and his father. Rosie grinned as she spun his dad around. Boy she was a big girl full of life!

“My boy; Rosie and I was wondering if you wouldn't mind her becoming your mother?”

Suddenly the dance moves were all wrong as he trod on Katherine's toes and the live music ground to a halt as the bride and groom stopped. Jason suddenly remembered the orchestra were cued in to stop when he did and to make an announcement to all here.

“What is it?” Katherine asked as she had heard only part of what his father had said in passing.

Jack swallowed as his son looked on with concern over his head; “I thought that was what you wanted?”

Jason found his voice; “It's not what I wanted.”

“Then I don't have my boy's approval?”

“Approval for what?” Katherine asked as she stood by her man.

“Of course you have my approval; though it is not mine to give.” Jason's face was all smiles as he addressed the stunned crowd. “My dear guests; It is my joy to announce that my father is to wed dear Miss Rosie Vale very soon. This makes my joy and my wife's complete for this day.”

There seemed to be happiness all around, all except one person, who glared on. Jack felt unease wash over him as he saw Claybourne raise a cake fork and stab it into a piece of wedding cake he had been eating beforehand. The man walked out of the ballroom.

“Excuse me my dear; I have to speak to Gerald.”

“Don't be long Jack; I want another dance before the night is too long.”

Jack let got of her hand; “Aye, I will be right back.”

 

“Leaving so soon Mister Claybourne sir?”

Gerald knew the voice echoing out into the hallway; “I have to be back with my daughter. See how she and her husband are getting on.”

“You didn't finish your cake? Would you like me to wrap it up for you?”

He turned to see the cake with fork still embedded into it; “Don't much like marzipan; never been a fan of nutty things.”

“I can't help but think you do not approve of my choice in women.”

Gerald forced a smile though strained; “I just feel you have betrayed your dear wife. A lovely woman she was and yet how easy to forget her.”

“No my long friend; her memory still lives on and her love is always dear to me and I can feel it like the summer sun upon my face. But time has to move on and I have to let go of the mourning for the past. Like you should Gerald; forget the past and make amends with the present and your future will be peaceful.”

Gerald lost it a little; “You don't know my past and all the pain I have suffered! I have lost love far too many times to forgive the ones who did this to me. So don't think I will embrace the future of this country or the people within it. They left me in a foreign country; wounded and for dead. I was imprisoned and tortured. A kindly lady took pity on me and eventually I was allowed to go free. But as soon as I come back here, I lose my wife and find out that…”

Jack noted the steam train of Gerald's anger suddenly halt; “What?”

Gerald closed his eyes and turned away to catch his reflection in the window and note once more just how old he had become and anger had made him look older somehow. He took a deep breath before allowing the last few words to flow in a more civilized way; “That my country had abandoned me and the principals of which our once great nation was built upon.”

“I can't see it being that lost; the war has come and we are sticking together once more.”

“Oh yes the war; a war that should have never happened if this country and the people who run it had been stronger. Churchill is strong though lacks wisdom. The ones before allowed Hitler to rise adding a flame to the German phoenix. Now they are knocking upon our door and the bombs are exploding again and many men are dying to defend a country that has lost its principals. Tell me just how many more people will die before the German's win?”

He was red faced and angry; the anger wasn't all at this land and many which live here; some of it was directed at Jack. It was clear to him that Claybourne felt the world had betrayed him and somewhere along the line Jack had done the same.

“I am deeply sorry if you feel I have betrayed my wife's memory. I assure you I have not and as for this country; it will hold back the flames of aggression and defeat the enemy at our gates. From this lesson we will build a united world and stop dictators from ruling the masses to their destruction or poverty. I'm to leave tomorrow to Bletchley and do my bit.”

Gerald tilted his head as he looked at Jack; “Bletchley? The code breakers place or so rumour goes.”

Jack almost laughed but stopped himself; “No rumour; I thought being in the circles you keep you would know.”

“I know of it of course; though why are you going there?”

“Can you keep a secret Gerald?”

Gerald laughed; “Of course! I have many that I never tell; but don't mock me Jones. You hate me and I you, so don't tell me.”

“I have never hated you; not even for shooting my boy; though God knows why I shouldn't. Could be I still have faith in mankind and trust.”

“If you are looking for confession then go and see a preacher friend.”

“I trust you and hope this will be an olive branch on which to have faith in each other further. I am going to work with a team of code breakers. We are to monitor radio communications of the Luftwaffe and army. We will decipher them presently and hand the advantage over to our men and win this war.”

“As soon as the German's know of your brave plan they will just change the codes and you will have to start over again. Not such a secret you are giving to me; apart from the fact that you are more intelligent than my eyes ever perceived. It's a shame you never taught your boy right.” He took his jacket and put it on just adding one more thing; “Goodnight Jack and good luck with your life.”

Jack watched him leave and called him a name just as Rosie was heard coming across the floor; “Jack love; one more dance before you do a toast?”

“Ah the toast; best man's prerogative.” Jack replied as he turned and took his lady's arm, doing his best to forget his prior words with said Lord.

 

Carrie sat as she often found herself lately on the couch reading a book. Her husband was shooting billiards with a servant when her father walked in. He marched over and poured himself a snifter.

“Blasted Jones has got himself engaged to that barmaid.”

Carrie pricked up her ears; “So Jack is getting married as well; looks as if life is turning out well for them.”

“I wouldn't count on that my dear.” Gerald scoffed before readdressing himself; “You know how life has the misfortune to turn upon them.”

“Only when you have a hand in it.”

Gerald scowled at his daughter; “Don't push it my dear.”

“Ah nice to see the happy family is back together once more!” Wolfgang shouted; he was drunk and happy at being this way.

“Sober up man; my daughter will not entertain a drunk in her bed.”

He laughed; “The bed? The bed is as barren of love as your daughter sir. A cold fish this one.”

“Maybe because Sir is as barren and cold as his statement suggests in reflection to me.”

“Shut-up hoar! You and Jones cavorting and carrying on behind my back.”

Gerald saw him push past with the intent of doing his daughter harm; he intervened by grabbing hold of the man's hand just as it was about to strike out.

“A gentleman doesn't strike a lady and certainly will not strike my daughter.”

“Shut-up Claybourne; you are no man and most certainly wouldn't be here if…”

Gerald pulled the chap out of the room letting his anger show; “Excuse me my dear I have to talk man to man with your husband.”

“I say how dare you pull me about in my own household!” Wolfgang protested as he was pushed into the billiard room.

“Don't you ever try and bribe me in front of my daughter sir. Now listen to me.”

“I need a drink.”

Gerald ran round and closed up the liquor cabinet. These cupboards full of alcohol were nearly in every room. “Jack Jones is working for the government on the code breaker project at Bletchley Park.”

Wolfgang rubbed his eyes trying to focus and take in this news; “Bletchley? So that's where they do all that breaking stuff. What do you want me to do with it?”

“Remove him from it; take him away. I don't want that man to be regarded as a hero. He deserves nothing.”

“And you want daddy to do you another favour. It will cost you dear.”

Gerald hated this talk; “How dear?”

“You will leave your daughter to my devices and you will head back to Claybourne and continue our joint venture from there starting tonight.”

“I cannot drive during the night; if I get stopped I will be…”

“I will sort that all out; you just get back and carry on doing what you are best at.” Peterson smiled as he pushed past Gerald to get to the cabinet; “I will sort out your nemesis once and for all.”

Carrie got herself up when the men went out to talk about things and as she did her best upon crutches to earwig the conversation she got very little apart from Jack's name and Bletchley; whatever that was?. The men had concluded business and as she tried to back pedal they came out.

“I'm off at once my dear; duty calls.”

She looked at him and knew some deal had been struck; “And what about me?”

“Oh that's easy my dear; you shall stay with me and make my bed warm with your company tonight.”

“I have a broken leg sir and will not be much company.”

Gerald kissed his daughter on the cheek as he replied; “Come now; I'm sure you can think of ways to keep your husband satisfied.” He yelled for Henry who soon appeared; “We are to head back to Claybourne; pack my things and send them on when you come.”

Henry nodded he understood and stayed in the way of his master.

“Out of my way man; time is of the essence here!”

“With all due respect Sir; I would like to make a request to stay with Miss Carrie as I have been her ward for many years and best suited to help her recover from her injuries.”

Gerald swung round and looked at Wolfgang who looked all wet and limp as he shrugged his shoulders. “Very well; take care of my daughter and when she is better come back to me.”

“Thank you Sir.” With that he took his ladies hand and helped her up the wide stairs and out of the Wolf's clutches.

“I have done my side of this bargain make sure you do yours.”

Peterson raised his hands and tapped the guy on his right shoulder; “Rest assured I will do as you say.”

 

“I don't want that man in my bed Henry; I can't stand him.” Carrie whispered as she shivered at the thought.

Henry placed over the bedcovers and tucked her in; “I will see what I can do my lady.”

She reached out and touched his arm; “You are a good friend Henry; don't ever leave.”

“That I shall not do as long as I breathe.” He pulled out a key from his pocket; “I will lock you in and forget to put the key back; you have the only other.”

“Goodnight Henry.”

“Sweet dreams Miss Carrie and don't let the bed bugs bite.”

“Please Henry; say what you used to say to me when I was a child.”

He thought back to those days when he was privileged to put her to bed; “Ah yes! Goodnight, sweet dreams; I'll see you in the morning and God Bless you.”

“And God bless you too.”

He left and was halfway down the upper hall when that man appeared.

“Is she in bed and waiting?”

“I thought you had business to attend to?”

Peterson looked at the stuck-up man; “I can do all that in the morning; now show me to her room!”

“I will do so sir as soon as you help me make you both some Ovaltine. My lady will be much more receptive if you fetch her… her favourite night cap.”

Wolfgang considered his next move deciding that the drink might help him as well as his wife to perform. He followed the waiter or whatever he was down and into the quiet kitchen. There he just sat as he watched Henry make the warm drink.

“Henry; what's that you placed it the mug?”

“Just a little cinnamon, it helps draw out the flavour.”

Wolfgang smelt it and decided to taste his; “Not very warm is it?”

“I wasn't sure how you would like it Sir; so I chose to make it cold. I will endeavour to make you a hot one presently.”

“No need; I've drunk mine; now give me madam's and I'll take it upstairs.”

“Of course sir.” Henry handed it over on a small tray.

“Now beat it and be off to bed.” Peterson mumbled feeling tired himself; “And no listening at the walls; you or the servants.”

“No sir.” Henry watched the lump make it to about the third step up before he was out cold. Hot milk went everywhere and the tray rolled around. Before it could make anymore noise he picked it up and placed it upon the side. Pulling the small bottle that contained the sleeping potion he kissed it and quietly spoke; “Good job my grandmother was a Gypsy; just amazing how she could make such a powerful sleeping potion out of plants.”

Kicking the guy lightly before picking him up he then called for a maid and between them Woflgang slept in his own bed, blissfully unaware of his night alone.

 

“I'll be off now then.” Jack sighed as he picked up his suitcase and found his car waiting.

“Do you know when you'll be back?” Katherine asked feeling a lot of sorrow wash over her that he had to go so soon.

“A lot of work to be done for ministry.”

“Aye my father is the brains behind the organisation. Very cleaver; he could have been a professor if he had chosen to walk in higher places.”

“Don't talk tripe son; anyway I made my home a humble one like Lord said.”

“And a fine one it has been and a good son you have brought up on your own.”

“I had help and the care of some in community.” He looked at Rosie who was all tearful. “Don't worry lass; war will soon be over and we can build our happy home then. He caught a look at his son who was not himself. “Late night was it?”

“Not that late dad; you know.”

Jack tried joining the dots of a first night in marriage bed but couldn't see where Jason was leading him until Katherine spoke up.

“He had another fitting spell; surprised you didn't hear?”

“All that rushing about must have knocked me out. Sure you are okay today?” He could see his boy's left eye was slightly more dilated than other. “Best take it easy and get doctor out to see you.”

“Aye I will, though I'm not sure what those pills do apart from make your drowsy.”

Jack kissed Katherine on the cheek; “You look after my boy now I've let you have him.” He looked over and then went on and gave Rosie a hug; “And you look after yourself and both of these special people for me.”

“As long as you make sure you look after yourself.”

“I will; it's just a load of huts and drawing boards where I'm off to. No distractions and no bombings.” He opened the car door and decided to say one more thing; “And make sure you follow blackout procedures; don't want a rogue bomber dropping his load on the place.”

“Don't worry we will be okay along with the children.”

Jack dropped his case and turned sharply; “What children; it was your first night last night and I hope…”

“Shut up you silly old fool; children from London are being sent out to the country. Home office plans.” Rosie interjected.

“We've decided to make ourselves useful and turn this old house into a shelter for them; at least till the war is over.” Katherine added observing his warm smile washing over his kindly face.

“You are one and all a surprise to me and full of them. Good luck to you and when I come back make sure I still have bed to sleep in.”

Rosie thought about that and her mouth shot out; “You can have mine!” She caught the look of the others and added; “I can always share with the children; be a mother and all that.”

He stepped into the car and as it drove away he felt sorry he had to go; but war was war and it had to be priority for now.”

 

While Wolfgang was about in the town making plans with his father over certain changes in events; Carrie approached Henry.

“Hello my lady; I trust you've had a goodnight.”

“I have; is he out?” She asked as she looked about her.

“Indeed he will be gone for some time; Lord Peterson is down in the town and insisted that young Wolfgang assist in helping him out with paperwork to do with his late wife. The Lord is not himself and needs a stable mind to help.”

She observed him roll his eyes and look as if he was about to be sick.

“And what pray may you be doing while the wolf's away?”

“First I want to thank you for helping me avoid him and secondly I wish to go and see my friends.”

“And how are we to do this?” Henry added as he eyed his mistress with crutches in hand.

“It's two miles yonder past the quarry. I was wondering if I may have your assistance in getting there.”

“How may I be of assistance?”

“I have been practicing in the garden, walking roughly a mile at a time. My hands are firm now and do not blister. All I need is for you to help me get over the styles and not fall over.”

“Sorry madam that is a dumb idea and one I will not assist you with.”

She was taken aback with this firm resolute in her man; “Then I shall do it myself.”

He ignored her stern words; “However I noticed a spare old rusty car in the garage. As I can drive I feel it my duty to take you over there.”

Carrie smiled; it must have been the first smile she had pulled one since…a long time anyway and as she did she saw him stare.

“My, my how beautiful you are when you smile and how happy I am to witness such a rare occurrence. I often wished your father had allowed you to marry the man you really loved. Then this smile that you wear so well would be a permanent fixture; not a temporary one.”

The old car puffed a little and made a few noises of protest; it obviously felt like dying than living once more.

“How is it Henry?”

Henry smiled; “I got the engine going and all the doors open; only the boot is locked and I cannot find the key.”

“Not going to place anything in there; are we ready for the off?”

Henry opened up the car door and allowed his lady to get in the best she could. Then as he hopped in the car went in the direction of Miss Carrie's friends.

“Well; I will try and wear it more often for you Henry.”

“No, no madam; not for me but for your friends; save it for them.”

 

“I don't think you should be attempting that honey!” Katherine shouted to her husband up the ladder. He was repairing a facia and after last night it was in her eyes and unwise move.

“Don't worry my dear; I have a good head for heights and if I feel funny I can slide down ladder real quick like.”

“Then I insist on holding the bottom; just in case you wobble.”

Jason raised his eyes skywards before thinking it nice she cared so much. His bad eye had been getting better and he could make out dark and light shapes, though he never let anyone on about this just in case it got worse once again.

“Okay my dear hold ladder and keep it steady while I get this rotten thing off.” He was looking out from side of the house onto the driveway when he heard a car. Then coming into view out of the trees that overhung the driveway he saw a sight for sore eyes. “Carrie!”

The opened top car was a sight to be seen as it pre-dated the war but run well enough as Henry skipped out to allow his mistress to step out before the crutches could be applied.

“Carrie how nice it is to see you!” Katherine shouted as she ran over to give the girl a hug. “How have you been? You missed the wedding; we were sad to not have you here.”

Carrie looked over and saw the man she regarded with high esteem.

“And how are you Jason? How is married life shaping up?”

He went a little red as he confessed; “I cannot say as newly weds. Though my wife is very good at playing nurse.” He smiled whilst noticing she was holding back from any embrace; partly to do with the wounded leg but also emotionally. “So how's the leg?”

“Hurts a lot; though not enough to keep me from seeing you all.”

“We must have tea.” Katherine announced as she waved frantically at Rosie to get her attention.

Carrie stepped into the old house and saw it had indeed changed from one of the only times she had ventured here.

“My someone has been busy.”

“Ah yes; Jack and Jason all working together to make this old house sparkle again.”

Carrie nodded and saw an image of Jack smiling back; “Where is he?”

“Oh gone off to work for the Ministry.”

“That must be Bletchley where my father said he was going; though I never heard them properly as it was men's talk; no place for a lady.”

“Your father knows where my da is going?” Jason asked as he allowed a frown to furrow his brow as he added; “Meant to be secret that.”

“Yes! Apparently Wolfgang was informed last night by my father before he left.”

“Left?”

She tutted at him; “Questions, questions dear brother.”

“Sorry; I was just wondering where your father has gone?”

“Back to Claybourne, more business I presume.”

Rosie bounded in at this point with tea; “I got your tea and some scones; thought that would be nice. I made them myself.”

“Thank you; please join us.”

“No thank you mom; the other servants will talk if I do. You know how it is”

“Of course and they should know that I treat all my employees as friends. Now please join us.”

Jason noted the slight irritation his wife was displaying. He knew she hated the old ways and embraced the new. The trouble was she was like a bull in china shop and would not think as to doing things in gentle steps.

“My dear; let's just leave Rosie to make her choice and be happy that our friend is here.” He took over a scone for Carrie and remembered the old days of the proper pronunciation of the word scone. He also had good practice as to which way she wanted the jam. It was always first then the cream.

“You remembered how I like them.”

He nodded; “How could I forget.”

She reached out and took the plate just catching his hand as she did and there it was; that little tingle of electricity, a small spark that made her heart skip. She could tell by the way he almost dropped the plate he had felt it to.

Katherine noted the way they smiled and how close they must have been when young. Crumbs! They still were young and she? Getting older and wiser to all life had to throw at her. Old enough to not be jealous? That stuck in her throat much like a crumb had which made her cough a little.

“My dear would you like a little tea to wash that down?” Jason asked trying to get used to calling his wife, my dear. It sounded awkward in front of Carrie.

“Sorry, dry throat.” Katherine apologised as her husband brought her a cup. After a sip her throat calmed down enough to ask; “I take it Wolfgang has approved of you coming around to see us?”

Carrie suddenly shivered as if her friend was a school teacher giving her a few questions as to ascertain if she had played truant or not?

“Um, not exactly; Wolfgang is with his father in town and I wished to not be.”

“I take it then you hope to be back before they get home?”

“Something like that, yes.”

“I trust he is treating you well?”

She shifted to her right to see Jason sitting there trying to act the gentleman; though struggling with it a little. Her reply was going to be polite and short.

“He treats me better than he has done.”

“Good; though leaving you in London was a bad move.”

“Well the late Lady Peterson thought the house would be safe and at her expense it turned out to be a rather poor choice. At least Wolfgang has seen to it that I come out to the country; though leaving many in the danger zone does make me feel guilty. Should do something.”

“That is why we are opening our doors to some of the children moving out of London. We hope to house about twenty and the authorities have welcomed our approach.”

“I'm sure they have! That is wonderful news and I am proud of you both for making such a noble gesture.”

“That's why I was up ladder so to get some of the jobs finished before autumn comes knocking.” Jason added before making a noise with his tea and apologising.

Carrie found the rest of the afternoon talking about children a little hard to swallow as she had lost her own. Then again she felt it was an advantage to have done so. Wolfgang in her opinion would not have been a good father, especially as he seemed to spend a lot of the time drunk these days. She often wondered what it would have been like to hold a life in her arms and feed it and wash it and just love it. These things become a natural way for some. Though her mother had rejected her and the thought often came to her that maybe one day she might have rejected her children. Was it the same as with Wolfgang? Did her mother hate her father so much that Carrie was rejected because of her distain? More questions to occupy ones mind.

“Well I must be off to beat you know who home. Henry is already buzzing about like an agitated wasp. Best not make him angry I would not like to be stung with his wise words of caution.” Carrie kissed Katherine goodbye and out of no thought at all kissed Jason.

Katherine saw her kiss him on the lips and felt angry at her. Was this a mistake? Or was she jealous that Katherine had a stake in her man? Then again her man didn't seem to mind at all.

“Nice seeing you again and if you get told off send your husband round here and we will tell him what a good guest you've been.”

The car departed as Katherine threw her husband a look before walking away. He in turn wondered what that was all about.

“Katherine….Kathy love. What's up?”

“You know perfectly well how etiquette is played and you allowed her to break it!”

Jason frowned to himself as he replayed the scene and there it was; not that it had really been that far away from his thoughts.

“Ah I see. I'm sorry Katherine; it was an old habit…a mistake.”

“A mistake? If I was to kiss her husband like that I would be branded a trollop. Not that this would be anything new in my chequered life.”

He ran after her and caught her on the stairs. Holding onto her trying to stop her from getting away he managed to halt his love's jealous turn.

“My love, it was not intended to cause offence and is something I really regret in hindsight. I love you and I want you to understand this. I married you because I find in you the companion of a lifetime; not a fleeting love of someone in the past. I can't put words in the right form; I have never been a poet or an eloquent man. Me, I'm just a plain carpenter by nature and this carpenter has a simple heart and it belongs to you and you only.”

Katherine closed her eyes and saw her thoughts and actions. She had been a fool and to give into jealousy was not normally her weakness. Then again the man she married was the best looking guy she had ever met and the most humble. He lived to please and she knew he was incapable in going back on his word. His promise was binding and that was what made him special.

“I'm sorry; I shouldn't have acted the way I did.”

Jason smiled as he reached down and kissed her hand; “That's okay, I would have acted the same way if one of your former boyfriends had behaved in the same manner.”

 

Carrie Peterson arrived home and hobbled inside to find the Wolf had returned and was balancing a cigar in one hand and a glass of Port in the other. Except it wasn't Wolfgang as she got closer; it was his father though the hair was slightly lighter than his and more slicked back.

“Ah the wandering woman has returned and driving the car!” He cried in a slow almost growling voice.

Then her husband came strolling in; “Where did that servant of yours take you? As if I didn't know.”

“Over to see my friend Katherine.”

“Ah; while the cats away the mouse shall play.” Lord Peterson shouted into the air whilst wafting his cigar about in theatrical gestures.

“You defied my orders to keep here and stay within house bounds!” Wolfgang shouted.

But before Carrie could defend herself the Lord spoke up once more; “My dear fellow, one cannot keep a tiger caged without it wanting to revolt and eat one alive. She cannot be tamed. This woman has not the moral decency or the mental capacity to follow in her father's footsteps. She is after all only a female and one cannot expect too much of the weaker sex.” He looked back towards Carrie; “Unless she possessed the skills and eloquence of your late mother. She had in her, German efficiency and the grace of a true lady. Not the harlot that stands before you. Too much like her mother; mentally insane and liable to stick a knife in your back when not looking.”

“Tosh father; a good seeing to always sorts a woman out.”

Carrie flinched as he came close to her.

“Violence of any sort is not the manner in which to keep a tiger caged.” Lord Peterson clicked his fingers and a servant appeared; “Fetch me that man of Miss Carrie's.”

Carrie knew instantly what was going down; she had seen it before and rushed up to her husband the best she could; “No! Leave him out of this; I'll stay in and be a good housewife.”

He just looked at her before shoving her hard into a nearby seat; “Save it. My father knows what he is doing.”

Henry saw his lady being manhandled into the seat and as he cried out; “My lady!” He was dragged backwards by the remains of his hair.

“Trouble maker we have here in this manservant.”

“Stop it; you are hurting him!” Carrie shouted as she saw the smaller man grimace but not let out a single word.

“Tush, tush; he knows if he strikes out at a superior he will end up in prison and without hope of any further employment.” Lord Peterson tugged the maggot's head back and looked down at him from above. “Now listen here my little man; you are fired and will leave at once. One of my other servants will help you pack.” He gave another mighty tug and heard a whimper this time; “Do I make myself clear?”

“Quite clear my Lord.” Henry replied and as soon as he had he felt the pressure go along with a little of his thin hair falling to the floor.

 

Carrie watched him pack and with a tearful farewell he was gone. Just before he left he placed something into her pocket. Once upstairs and out of the way of those animals she looked at it. It was a small bottle with a note tied to it.

“Dear Miss Carrie, please find enclosed a bottle of sleeping potion my late grandmother passed onto me. This will help keep the wolf away from your door. Only one teaspoon will suffice to make him sleep through the night.” Tears welled up in her eyes as she read out quietly the last words. “I have enjoyed serving you and will always remember the good times we had playing hide and seek in the woods and walking on the fens. You have made my life complete and one I have enjoyed. May God be with you and may he show you mercy from the man you have to call your husband and the so-called Lord whom you have to regard as your father-in-law. Regards Henry.”

CHAPTER 11: I SPY WITH MY LITTLE EYE

 

Jack found the station to be void of life. Nothing much moved at this time of night and quite glad of it. He stared up at the night sky and wondered if high up a German reconnaissance aircraft was looking down trying to find important installations for the Luftwaffe to bomb.

“Going to be a cold one tonight I reckon.”

Jack knew the voice and often wondered if he was stalking him.

“Forester sir; I wouldn't know about that.”

“Come on! a man out in the sticks knows a thing or two about the weather.” Forester replied as he came round to sit down on a small wooden bench which creaked a little in protest.

“Well; maybe just maybe a small frost. Nothing out of the ordinary for this time of year.” It amazed Jack how quickly weather could change. August warmth had suddenly given way to a chilly start to very cold autumn.

“What ever you say old chum of mine.” Forester followed Jack's gaze and wondered; “What are you looking for? Wishing upon a star? Trust me; I've tried it and it doesn't work.”

“No, I was wondering if any spy planes were coming over from the continent to search us out.” He looked at his superior who trained those dark eyes upon the heavens as he started to laugh.

“Why do we need spy planes when we have spies operating in this country. Take for instance a radio communication we intercepted.”

Jack turned to look at the man and fire a question; “You have found spies working over here?”

“Don't look so surprised dear boy; I bet there are hundreds.” He pulled out a cigarette and whilst playing with it by tapping its edge upon the half-empty box he carried on; “We are lucky to find the ones who broadcast where we can pick them up. We have a few of those and by triangulating the signal we soon will be able to pinpoint who they are and what they are transmitting.”

Jack found his mouth falling open and only realised when he had another question; “My boys will be able to decipher the coding; just hand us a few.”

“Of course they have and are aiding us right now in one investigation.”

“Oh, Good.” Jack added feeling a little unsure why Forester was telling him all of this along with the sinking feeling his boss had been holding out on him.

“Were you aware of the last night time bombing over London, that one of the enemy bombers changed course and was heading this way.”

“Heading here? I thought no one knew about this place?”

“Don't look so worried the bomber was shot down by our boys and never got within striking distance. A few miles short, but definitely heading our way.” He lit his cigarette and puffed a little before saying more; “Got our boys a little worried; thought we might have to move operations. But there has been no more deviations especially as we leaked out that this place is no more than a mental hospital; oh and that the German's would be doing us a favour if they bombed it.”

Jack laughed a little though still felt a gnawing in his stomach; “Do you know who leaked out the information?”

Forester stopped his light tone and stared the man down; “Yes actually we do.”

“And who was it?”

“You Jack; you let the cat out of the bag and now our boys chasing it around and trying to round the bally thing up.”

Jack stood up with shock and realised why he had a bad feeling; “But I haven't spoken to anyone about this operation.”

Forester stayed calm whilst eyeing the jack rabbit up and down; “Are you so sure? You must have told someone to get the Luftwaffe to send in a bomber for the task?”

“I told me boy; but he is not a spy.”

“Trust me it's not your boy or his wife.” He took another deep draw on his cigarette before putting it out and flicking it towards the edge of the platform; “A close friend perhaps; or enemy?”

Jack thought it through and found the man he had told, though he couldn't have. He rubbed his eyes.

“You have found that special person haven't you?”

“I told Gerald Claybourne; I did it as a trust thing. I just wanted to put the bad blood behind us.”

“Well if Claybourne had got his way, your blood and the entire war would have been down to Gerald bloody Claybourne.”

“Then I am the one responsible; I am so sorry, I didn't realise.”

Forester stood and patted the guy's back with comfort; “Don't worry Jack; they won't put you in prison for that as long as you prove to us that you are on our side.”

An arm of comfort wasn't as comforting as he thought it might be. Jack nervously asked; “What do I have to do?”

“You have to go and see Claybourne and tell him that your operations unit has moved to Brighton.” Forester pulled out a piece of paper. “To this location to be exact and you are getting well along in cracking the code.”

“This will be the bait to get Claybourne to send in the bombers.”

“Actually there is a bigger fish out there. I am hoping this bait will catch us the shark we are after and hand us a breathing space.” Forester removed his arm and stared Jack boy down. “I am counting on you to do this to redeem yourself and give us a break. If you fail I cannot protect you, but if you get us the big boy they will honour your name Jack and help me to have a slice of the bigger pie.”

“Just how bigger slice?”

“Enough for you and me to become fat on.”

 

“What the hell are you doing back here?” Claybourne barked like a rabid dog almost foaming at the mouth with anger.

Henry swallowed hard before replying; “I was dismissed by Mister Peterson; I have a note given which explains all.”

Gerald took the letter and opened it up to see what had gone down. He took a seat.

“And this is what they fired you for? My daughter has no one to protect her from Peterson's son.”

“I was mistreated and if there were any powers for employee's I would have used them.” Henry touched his head feeling more dried blood from the uprooted hair which had long departed from his head.

“I shall see what I can do.” He looked at the man, “as long as you feel you can work under that house again.”

“I can in order to aid Miss Carrie.” Henry rubbed his chin; “Can I deduce from your wording that you have a low esteem of the Peterson household?”

Gerald sat back picking up a pen from his desk and twiddled with it as he thought about his confidence in that named household.

“I have little choice but to allow their every whim. I traded my soul many years ago to the devil and will pay for it soon enough. I don't like them much at all and regret the day I farmed my daughter off to those people. I have paid a high price for my loyalties and if I had known just how high a price, I would have gladly stopped years ago.”

“Why don't you sever ties with them now? We can get Miss Carrie back and live away from them.” Henry knew as soon as he said this he had overstepped his mark.

“In too deep my friend and when this is all over I beg of you not to despise me.” He straightened up and decided the conversation was best ended. “Fix me some tea will you; oh, and welcome home.”

Henry nodded and left feeling confused over the man, his boss. He had known him for many years and yet; had he really got to know the man?

 

Jason was out walking with his wife taking in the day as fine as it had been. It was cold but nothing they couldn't handle. It was a nice stroll until they encountered Wolfgang.

“Oh how pleasant his and her coats.” He said as a mock joke before addressing them in a serious manner; “I will kindly remind you not to visit or come anywhere near my property Jones.”

Jason halted and heard his wife sigh; “I have no intention of stepping onto your property sir.”

“I wouldn't want to shoot you for trespassing. Besides I might actually hit you this time.”

Katherine stiffened; “What do you mean when you say, this time?”

“Didn't he tell you?” Wolfgang laughed from the safety of his property line. “I was the one who put the hole in his head. Gerald didn't have the guts to wing you and so I did. Call it even for the beating you gave me old boy.”

Jason closed his eyes and saw Gerald Claybourne fire is gun and observed the aim which was indeed high. Through the puff of smoke he could make out an image. There he was; the man who had indeed shot him.

“But how could you be there? You were meant to be abroad?” He shook with the shock.

“I came back early and was given wind of your plan to see Carrie. I knew you would meet and so I shot you.”

“You are an animal Sir!” Katherine shouted as she suddenly felt her husband take a giant step towards the man.

Wolfgang raised up his hunting gun and aimed it towards the big chap; “Go on and take another step. I would just love to finish what I've started. Trust me; the world would be a better place without you about.”

“I can't help thinking the same other way.” Jason spat back just wanting to dare the man into having another go. “Go on shoot me as you won't get another chance!”

“Don't think I am not tempted. Make it easier on me and step over the line.”

Katherine pulled on her man's arm and pleaded; “Don't my dear; please don't!”

He turned to see the pleading in her eyes and knew a stupid fight like this was insignificant to the power of his love for his wife.

He nodded as understanding flowed through his mind; “You are right my dear; he's a waste of time.” Jason looked over at the man; “See you around Peterson.”

“I knew you were always a coward Jones!”

Jason stopped and turned back; “No, a true coward is one that hides behind a gun. Good day Sir.”

 

“I'll be blest! If it isn't my husband to be, back home already!” Rosie shouted as she hurried over to land him a big soppy kiss.

“Only a brief visit my dear.” Jack shouted as he was half sucked of life by his girl.

“Oh I'm sorry, did I squeeze you too tight?”

“Nah!” Jack replied and as she turned away inhaled whilst pulling a face of relief. “So, where's me boy and his wife?”

“Gone out walking; should be back soon.”

“Then we can have a little time to ourselves then.” He went to give her a hug when the couple arrived through the door. He saw there was something up even though smiles were formed upon seeing him. Trouble was; he felt the same as they.

 

“Ah, back in the village again I see?” Claybourne addressed the man as he was stood admiring the small stock of fruit.

“Aye, back again for a short spell. I needed to see how well the re-building of my cottage was coming along.” He picked up an apple a pressed it's skin; “Hasn't been touched.”

Gerald nodded feeling he had to add; “There is a war on you know. Labour is in short supply. Good prices being offered for handy men like yourself.”

Jack agreed and found a line he could use; “All except I'm wanted over at Brighton.”

Gerald frowned, he knew about the botched bombing raid; “I thought it was Bletchley or something like that nearer London?”

“Nah, that was just a place to socialise. My team of code breakers are based here.” Jack showed Gerald the address.

“Should you be showing me this old boy?” Gerald questioned.

Jack noted the uneasy way the man was comporting himself; “Aye, but I thought we were trying to get along here…thought you might want to write or something?”

Gerald took a step back; “I…”

“Only joking.” Jack assured him. “Just wanted you to know my movements and that we will very soon be cracking code.”

Claybourne pricked up his ears; “You mean the big one?”

“Yes, the big one. I'm heading back tonight and will be testing the results on Thursday in front of a few top brass.”

Claybourne chewed on his lower lip before considering his reply; “I wish you all the best. Now if you will excuse me I have to be getting home.”

Outside an unmarked car watched Gerald Claybourne head for his vehicle and drive off towards his place.

Forrester tucked another cigarette into his narrow mouth and muttered; “The fish has taken the bait, look alive boys.”

 

“So when are you heading back?”

Jack shook his head to dispel the vision of earlier today; “I'll be heading back tonight, I have a lot of work to do.”

“Top secret spy stuff I say!”

“Pardon?” Jack asked as he saw Katherine pulling a big smile his way. He'd have to lighten up but he felt so nervous. “Oh I see! Yes, a little decoding and all that.”

At the door Jason saw his father was about to depart and so rushed up to him; “Sorry about the altercation between Peterson and myself. He just gets me so angry.”

“Ah don't worry about him; he's a weak man.”

“Is there something wrong? You've been like a cat on a hot tin roof for all the time you've been here.”

Jack shook his head; “Nothing my boy, just work.”

“Well as soon as war is over you can come back and be with your family.”

“Yes of course, now must dash I have a car waiting for me.”

Jason frowned, his dad was not himself and something was wrong. The car he got into was no ordinary car either. Whatever it was his father was in trouble and somehow the trouble would find its way here.

 

Claybourne sat back and then after opening the telegram he screwed it up and threw it into the bin. It was time to do his bit for the Fatherland.

Locking the door he then closed the curtains and after ascertaining the place was secure he tapped a panel on his wall and opening up it revealed a signalling device. It was time to send the information he had received from Jones and tell his bosses the place to hit. It was always sealed with approval by Lord Peterson; though the man's code name would never be revealed.

 

“I am picking up transmissions sir!”

“Okay let our babies go to work. After he finishes transmitting I want our boys to go in.” Forrester tapped Jack on the leg; “Time to hang him out to dry old boy.”

Gerald finished his transmitting and was just about to shut down when he heard a loud banging and footsteps. He froze in a mild panic as the door to his study was kicked in and in came soldiers.

“I say, you wouldn't mind if we took a look at your radio device would you?” Forrester asked as he pointed a revolver to the traitor's head.

 

As Gerald was walking out he caught Henry's eyes and was aloud to stop to talk to the fellow. “See, the devil has come to collect my soul. You are relieved of your duty here.”

Henry nodded before he was stopped by an important well presented man; “I'd like you to come with us and answer some questions.”

“Of course.”

Jack walked behind and tapped Forrester on the shoulder; “Henry has no information for you. Claybourne was a very secretive fellow and besides he wouldn't let common servants in on his secret.”

Forrester frowned before nodding; “Okay Jack, I will cut you some slack as you have brought in the fish we wanted. He may go.”

Jack took Henry to one side; “Take this letter and go to my son's place; he will engage your services and you will be closer to Carrie if she needs you. I'm sorry about this.”

Gerald heard the man and as he got to the car he saw him.

“Set me up then? Did a good job. You were right Jack, you can never trust me; especially as a Nazi spy.”

Jack walked up to him; “There is some good in you; it's just been lost over the years. I know you wouldn't have turned traitor unless you had to.”

Gerald broke a little and as he swallowed back his tears he muttered; “I wish I could have been like you Jack, oh I wish.”

Jack wiped a small tear away as he watched the man be taken away and off to a hard interrogation and abuse. The war had created animals on both sides and he knew the world would be shocked at how much man hated man and what hideous things they did to each other in the name of war.

 

Lord Peterson sat in his private office smoking a cigar when he was interrupted by a surf.

“What do you want with this rude intrusion?”

“I am arresting you for being a Nazi sympathiser sir.” Forrester replied as he kept his trigger happy hand off of his holstered gun.

Lord Peterson stood up; “How dare you accuse me of being anything of the kind! I should have you put away for such rash accusations.”

“Oh I don't think you can.” He tossed a crumpled up piece of paper. “Take a look at that; one of many links to you and Gerald Claybourne. Oh we have a full confession; it's amazing how a little Chinese burn here and there can make a weak minded man crack.”

Peterson knew what the telegram contained and cursed himself for falling into the comfort zone of who he was and how good he'd been to fool stupid people. Suddenly he felt the stupid one.

“At least allow me the dignity of walking out without those.”

Forrester tapped the constable's arm and as he put the cuffs away Lord Peterson was escorted out of the building.

 

Wolfgang Peterson was packing his bags when Carrie came rushing into his room.

“My lucky night is it?” He laughed and saw her look which was of upset than any natural affection for him.

“I have just received word that my father has been arrested on suspicion of spying.”

This was news and one which disturbed him; “How could he have been so stupid.” He had to think quickly.

“Then you knew?” Carrie couldn't get this into her head. Her father a spy for the German's and now it looked like her husband was one to.

“Oh don't look at me like that. They are going to win anyway. Your father works for my father and what is his is ours. You must keep quiet about that you know. If they find out, you and I will be off to prison, and won't life be hard for you there my dear as a traitor to your country.”

Just as this was said Wolfgang heard a knock at his door and the voices of strange men.

“Looks as if time is up. Now if you say anything about knowing about me, then your father gets it.”

Carrie couldn't do much but nod as all of this was getting a little too out of control.

Wolfgang walked down the stairs to the awaiting gentlemen and noted one of them.

“Nice to see you again Jack; what can I do for you?”

The important looking fellow eyed Wolfgang up and down; “I have come to arrest you sir; for suspicion of spying on the United Kingdom.”

“Okay best take me down boys. I am not confessing mind; but I will play out your little game.”

Jack couldn't fathom why he was so calm unless of course he already knew about the arrests and was good at play acting.

“Your father has been arrested and Claybourne has already linked you in on this.”

“Doesn't surprise me; spineless cretin.”

“And you miss; please come along.” The officer requested as Jack intervened.

“She knows nowt of this.”

The man in charge snorted but had to obey as he was under more powers that controlled things here. “Okay, but if we need your assistance for questioning please be available here.”

Wolfgang frowned; “Aren't you going to search the place?”

The officer smiled; “All in good time sir; all in good time.”

“Sorry about this love; I've requested Henry to come over later. He is at my son's house.” He smiled a little before adding another apology; “Sorry it ended up this way. I have my orders and I never ever thought your Da to be a spy.”

“Either did I, oh and Jack.”

“Yes Carrie.”

“I'm not sorry for any of them.”

 

Carrie sat there in a kind of daze as her mind raced over the events of yesterday when the door opened and in came a familiar face.

“Hello my dear lady, I trust I am not intruding.”

She smiled as she stood to welcome the single light in her life; “Henry! Welcome home.”

“I trust there will be no repeat of last time I was here?”

She let lose a few tears that had been hanging with guilt over that unfortunate incident.

“I am so sorry! I have lived my past day with serious regret over your treatment.”

He smiled as he produced a handkerchief; “Don't be my lady. I trust my little bottle helped you out?”

“He slept well and never bothered me during the night.” She pulled it out of her pocket and handed it back. “Not much left I'm afraid to say.”

“Never mind, I have mastered the recipe and know how to mix more.” Henry took back the small bottle and pocketed it himself. “Do you know how it all is going?”

“Just they are being questioned, nothing more. Katherine said she would keep in touch; have you come from there?”

“I have indeed and the Lord of the house wishes to send his greetings and hope you are well.”

“I thought he might.” Carrie smiled at the kind gesture feeling her heart skip at knowing he was just yonder. “After we find out about Wolfgang and hopefully he will be locked away, I will visit my friends' everyday.”

Henry smiled; “And life will be sweet for you even amongst the harbingers of war.” He decided to add a little homeliness to this joyous occasion. “May I be permitted to fetch you tea?”

“Of course, feel free!” At last things were turning out for the better for her and though she was in a home not regarded as her own; for once she found an inner peace which had long since left, after the times of her childhood.