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CHAPTER 12: CONFESSIONS OF THE SOUL
Claybourne lay in his small cell contemplating his bleak outlook when the cell door opened and in stepped a smart looking fellow. “Mister Gerald Claybourne I presume?” Gerald eyed him up and down with suspicion before nodding. “I am Writher's an official aid to Lord Peterson. As he is under arrest for similar accusations he conveyed to me a few words of advice.” Claybourne sat up, rubbed his eyes and spoke for the first time in hours; “What does my master want?” Writher blinked making a few words connected together in the croakiness of this man's throat. “Ah he wishes to advise you on a course of action. I don't have long, so please listen carefully.” “He wants me to take all the flak so he can escape abroad.” “Something like that, but not quite.” Writher's leaned forward next to the man. “He is willing to go down with you. But he wants you to leave Wolfgang out of the picture.” “And do what?” Claybourne coughed a little, the beating he had from a few of the soldiers had hurt the old ribs. “Leave him to carry on bullying my daughter?” “Not exactly. Wolfgang will leave England and leave your daughter behind. Then he will fake his death and your Carrie will be free.” “All for not taking them both down.” He laughed. “I wouldn't find this offer amusing Lord Claybourne. If you fail to agree then it will be curtains for your daughter.” This stopped him as he eyed up the messenger boy; “He wouldn't dare!” “Trust me; my boss has had many a person killed via a contract. I like you work for him under duress. It would be wise to let the lad go free and you will have your daughter. Then the worst that can come out of this nasty mess, is that you will be in prison for a number of years before a pardon arrives and you can go back home.” Gerald had little to say, his hands were tied about his back and for once in his life he could let Carrie live her own life. His control of her affairs had only left her in sadness and what he thought was for the better had ended up with him in a cell awaiting execution in the form of a war hysteria judge and jury. “Okay, tell your boss he has a deal.” “Thank you Mister Claybourne, I will be in touch when all is completed. Oh and with any luck I will be defending you against those courtroom war mongers.” As he left Claybourne observed the man lay a note into the guards hand; that was how he got to see him.
Lord Peterson stood to attention in his own cell as his man came in always neatly dressed with a briefcase in one hand and a rain coat draped over the other. This suit had better have gotten him a result, otherwise they were really sunk. “Well?” Writher's grinned as he replied; “Well what?” “Don't play games with me lad; did he say yes to freeing my son?” “Your son is free to go when he likes; the police, military and even that young hotshot who arrested you couldn't pin the tail on the donkey.” Writher's replied as he laid his leather case down upon the desk in this dank prison cell. “Then my boy will be free to leave and I and Claybourne go down for a few years.” Peterson mused over as he stood the other side of the desk while his aid opened up his case rummaging around inside. “Have you got a paper and pen my boy? I wish to write my confession.” “My poor misguided fool. You realise they will pump you full of drugs to get all the truth out. It won't stop at Claybourne; what about the Nighthawk and other spies here. The Fatherland cannot allow you to confess.” “What are you blithering about boy?” Peterson asked before seeing a gun pulled from the leather case. It was covered over at the end by a cardigan, to muffle the sound. Writher's apologised; “I'm sorry, I have my orders.” He fired twice and poor Lord Peterson was gone. “Better off this way my friend; for the Fatherland.” He packed away the gun into the bag and as Peterson lay on the floor just staring upwards, he placed the dead body in bed and used the bottom of the pillow to wipe away the blood. He left slipping the guard a few bob for the assist.
Forrester walked slowly to the cell and watched as a guard saw him and snapped to attention. “All quiet on the open front lad?” “Yes sir, just one visit.” He suddenly felt a shiver down his back, “Who was it?” “Went by the name of Fielding; said he was from the ministry and needed to ask a few questions...had proper identification and everything.” “What's our man doing now?” “Last check he was still sleeping sir.” Forrester suddenly felt cold, very cold; “You bloody fool! Open up at once!” The guard jumped to it and as soon as it was open Forrester along with another ministry man ran in finding the bed had absorbed a little blood. His man turned Peterson over and found the answer. “Sorry sir, shot twice in the chest. Good shot at that; must be a trained hit man.” Forrester was out of the room as fast as he could shouting at the man up ahead; “Get me Jack on five two three immediately.”
Jack hated being in the middle of a bust like this especially as just a short while ago he was living his ideal in the country. Now he was with Forrester and watching over criminals, one finger of accusation was pointed in his direction. “Sorry Mister Jones, we have your boss on the line.” Jones picked himself up from off of his seat and as he did so a posh looking man came past heading down towards the cells. “Jones here sir.” Forrester snapped at the incompetent guard; “Details man, details!” “Ah…about five eight with blond swept back hair, wearing a grey pinstripe suit with…brown leather shoes, odd that. And he was carrying a leather case.” “Did you get that Jack?” “Yeah, but what…” Came a confused sounding reply, did he have to spell it out? “Arrest him! He's just assassinated Lord Peterson and this case will collapse if he gets to your buddy.”
Jack bolted upright as he looked at the man next to him; “Okay sir I'll inform the guards.” He placed down the phone as his mind did a brief flashback. “You two with me, we have to go and check on Claybourne.” “What's the problem?” Lang asked knowing that it was Forrester who was barking down the phone. “Lord Peterson has been murdered in his cell.” He started to jog, “Do you know of anyone wishing to visit our man?” “No one apart from Claybourne's lawyer; Writher I think his name is.” “Is he down right now?” “That was him that just…” Lang pulled his gun and nodded to the solder's to do the same. Jack took the hint; “We need to stop him and fast.”
“Nice pleasure to see you again mister Writher.” “And it is my pleasure to advise you that your daughter is free to go.” “As long as I confess and omit Wolfgang's involvement.” Writher's placed his bag down upon the edge of the bed; “There will be no need to confess as you have been acquitted.” Claybourne sat up; “When did this happen? I was not aware that Peterson was going to take the wrap? How come the British Government have cleared me?” “They haven't, but the Fatherland have decided to terminate your contract.” Writher smiled as he pulled his gun. Gerald leapt into the air as the cool assassin fired the first shot. Jack heard the muffled sound of a gun going off; he was no expert but in this, then again, what else would make a noise like that? The unconscious guard also gave things away. Wasting no time he and Lang kicked open the cell door and as the startled assassin turned to fire, Lang and another soldier found their aim and shot him first. Writher dropped his gun and fell to the floor and as he looked up at the darkened faces he uttered a few last words; “It was for the fatherland…all for Hitler.” Claybourne was bad Jack could tell; “Get us a doctor and an ambulance!” Was all he could say as he held Gerald in his arms. “I deserved this and much more Jack.” He held the man tightly; “Don't speak, save your strength; the ambulance will be hear at present.” “No, it's too late for me.” Gerald swallowed feeling blood in his mouth. “A letter, I have a letter for you. I wrote it this morning.” “A letter for me? What does it contain?” Jack asked feeling dumb at asking a stupid question especially as Claybourne was dying right here right now. “I was wrong about you and your son. I ruined everyone's life because of my jealousy and my hatred of you. Please read it and understand why I was like this.” “Aye Gerald I will read it.” Blackness was upon his vision, all tiny spots at first then they grew larger; he had to ask just one thing. “Please say you will forgive me?” Jack saw his eyes start to roll and as the man was near his last he spoke a few words of comfort; “I forgive you and you will always be my friend.” Gerald breathed his last and as he did he smiled before his body lay lifeless in Jack's arms. Jack laid Gerald down and rubbed his own eyes with frustration as a few tears let lose his sorrow for the misguided gentleman that was Gerald Claybourne. “I think this must be the letter Jack, as it's addressed to you.” Lang held it in his hands hesitating as to give it; “though I think Forrester would like to read it first.” “Yes hold onto it for me and if our boss sees fit then hand it over.” He rubbed the few tears away on his jacket sleeve as the ambulance crew along with the in-house doctor appeared too late; not that they could have saved him anyway. The dead assassin did his job and died for his job.
CHAPTER 13: MIXED RESULTS
Forrester downed a pint and offered Jack another. “You know what really annoys me is we have nothing. The German's saw to that and the only suspect Wolfgang bloody Peterson gets to go scot-free.” “I take it the search of his house showed up nothing?” “Not even a letter in German. The guy was clean and knew nothing of his father's activities. He's free to rejoin the RAF after his father's funeral. The poor lad has had it in the neck from the German's, no wonder he can't wait to get back at them in the skies.” “Of course you will be keeping an eye on him no doubt?” “Oh of course.” Forrester drew on his cigar and pulled at his memory strings; “I almost forgot; your letter from Claybourne. I had it read and checked over; it's clear. A lot of heavy stuff in there and it almost makes one understand why he turned traitor. Still yours to keep or burn; though I suggest you read it as a lot of it explains why he…” He was going to use the term hate, then again that was a too stronger word; he chose, “Disliked you.” “Thank you.” Jack replied as he placed it into his jacket and caught his superior's eye; “I'll read it in private.” Forrester shrugged his shoulders; “Whatever you wish my friend. How's the daughter taking it?” “I left my son to break the news; we all thought it would come better from him.”
“Hello my friend how are you this very day?” Henry asked as he greeted Jason ushering him out of the windy and wet weather. “A little wet and troubled.” Henry took his jacket; “How can you be troubled?” “I am the harbinger of bad news I'm afraid.” Henry didn't feel at all good; “Is it the master of the house?” “No unfortunately, I believe he is on his way back here. It is to do with Carrie's father.” “He's not is he?” Henry asked as he hung up the wet coat and heard master's dreary reply. “Along with Lord Peterson; both are dead, the line of reasoning is suicide.” “Then I shall put on the tea and add a little strong stuff to my lady's.” Jason allowed himself the luxury of popping into the lounge and there was Carrie in all her splendour looking more refreshed and radiant than for a long time. “Nice to see you are well?” Carrie jumped a little before hurrying over as fast as she could to see him; “Jason! What a surprise.” “I am glad to be here lass; though my wife begs your forgiveness; she has a cold and wishes not to spread germs.” “Tell here not to be so worried about germs.” He held onto her slender body and smelt her hair which reminded him of times lost when they used to roam about together when children. Almost almondy in scent and a smell he had never found on another lady; not that he had been about that much. “Also I have to bring a little bad news.” Carrie straightened up as she pulled away from her man and saw his eyes were full of woe. “What has happened Jason? It's not your father is it?” “On the contrary he is fine though a little down.” He paused to muster up courage; “It is your father I have come to speak about.” “He's not is he?” “I have to say so. Apparently he commited suiscide. Jack wanted to tell you as he was the one who found your father. But I insisted you had to know sooner and from a friend, rather than local bobbie or other means.” Though Carrie had grown to hate her father over the years, this news dug deep and went a lot further down than hate ever could. All that came from her was emotions and wanting to hold onto a man who had been a constant in her life and had never shown any disloyal actions. “Hold me.” Jason held onto her as she collapsed sobbing into his chest. There was little to do but to hold her as she cried. He mused to himself at how Claybourne always caught him doing things he shouldn't have and as he thought this the ghost of the man in the form of Wolfgang came floating in. “As soon as I go away I find the lovers are back in each other's arms along with a man who I thought was dismissed.” “Wolfgang it is not what you think.” Carrie stammered out seeing that kind of crazed look in his eyes. “No it isn't and I am only here to bring sad news. I take it you know of your father?” “Yes, the old fool… He was cut off by this tall man. “And what about Gerald?” “I know of his accident yes.” Okay so the chump was playing games, Jason wasn't in the mood; “Then you know your wife needs your comfort. Our feud can wait for another day Peterson; just console your wife and I will excuse myself and not darken your doorstep again. As for your man Miss Carrie; if he's not wanted here I will employ him at mine.” “You'll do no such thing Jones; now get out of my house before I set the dogs on you.” As Carrie looked on Jason winked because Peterson had just played into his hands and Carrie's man was safe and in where he could protect her when Jason wasn't able.
“How was she?” Katherine asked as her husband entered. “That Wolfgang came back as I was offering comfort and almost flipped out again. I tell you if he does, it will take a lot for me not to throttle him for good.” She could see he was worked up; “Come now, I understand about finding out who shot you, but murder is not the way and I'd hate for you to end up in jail or hung.” “Aye I know you are right.” He gave her a squeeze; “I love you.” “Are you sure?” She couldn't help it; he had been fretting over Carrie since…well as long as she could remember. It just made her feel insecure. He pushed her away; “Now don't start that all over again!” “Well how can I but wonder as you are always thinking about her and planning her life.” “I am not planning out her life.” “You always act like this when I find the truth!” She bit back. “I am fond of her as my sister; I married you didn't I?” He felt his heart pound with anger at this constant barrage of jealous unfounded accusations. He loved Katherine with all his heart and arguing just brought him down. “Under duress, as she wasn't available.” His head pounded and as he turned to answer back the whole word collapsed around him, much like a pack of cards and as he experienced weightlessness his life went dark, very dark. Katherine saw him go and rushed forward but couldn't stop him from hitting the floor with a thud. His head was bleeding as it had caught on the side table. “Rosie! Rosie help me!” Katherine shouted as she tried to stop her man from shaking bleeding from his head wound. Rosie came rushing out along with half the household as they went to work aiding Jason's body from doing damage. As he went still Rosie looked over at Miss Katherine and gave the lady one piece of advice; “Don't upset the lad by your arguing; you know it triggers off his attacks.”
The dark gave way to a vision of a man firing at him and sure enough it wasn't Claybourne but Wolfgang. Jason heard him say something… “Don't worry I will not miss next time.” He woke to a room with lights and his wife by his side. “How are you feeling?” Jason froze as his mind fought to answer where he was. The memories came flooding back along with a very sore head which upon inspection found a bandage and a very tender spot. “Careful there; you cut your head.” “I had another fit then?” He replied in a slow way he often did after a fitting. “Yes…I'm sorry it was my fault; jealous over you again.” He remembered; “Ah yes, I recall. What can I do to make you understand that I am happy to be with you.” “I'm sorry… I've been up and down a lot lately and I know why.” “You do? Then please let me into your secret and I will try not to do it.” “It's what you have done that has caused it.” He blinked at her at loss for what to say and wondered if her next words were for real and blinked at her to say them again. “I'm going to have our child, I'm pregnant.” Was he still in one of those states of unconsciousness? Then as she kissed him he found this was real. “Aren't you going to say something?” “I'm going to be a da! I love you and you have made my life complete, a child that will look like its mother.” “I thought you'd want a son? Carry on the family line.” “Why would I want a son when I can have a miniature person of the most wonderful woman in the world to me.”
“Great news my boy!” Jack shouted down the phone as it crackled. He was glad that a piece of good news had come out at last. “Say hello to Rosie for me and thank her for the cake it keeps us going down here.” He heard his son say his farewell and as he did Jack felt a pang to see his family again. But as for now he was in his office; well a glorified hut and as he turned round he saw all staring at him. “What's up with you lot?” “Sorry sir; we haven't seen you smile lately. Good news is it?” “Marvellous news; my boy and his wife are expecting their first child.” As he said this the room was a wash of smiles and congratulations and for once the place took on a less serious tone.
CHAPTER 14: REVELATIONS
I have many regrets in my life and yet only a few pages in which to pen them down. I am a spy as spies go and one that firmly believed in what I was doing. Why a spy? Hatred is a powerful emotion and I felt none so strongly than at two times in my life. The first time was during the first war, the Great War as I liked to call it. I was serving at the front and day after day we were sent over the top and many of us were butchered as we marched slowly towards enemy lines. Our Generals betraying us with their outdated war tactics and using us a cannon fodder with little regard to who we were and why we were serving. I was fortunate to serve along side a good doctor; one as you know, by name as Doctor Bates. He is a good man and one who stood by me during those turbulent years. I was known then As Terry Hawkins. He often helped me and was most concerned the night before I went on over. I showed him a picture of a lovely girl in which I was going to marry. Bates always thought she was just a picture as I led him to believe, always jealous just in case I never made it back in one piece and one of the lads would steal her away. Trouble is; I never thought it would be to you Jack. Yes you stole my one love away from me and little did you know. Jack stopped reading and took a sip of his Brandy while being holed up in his shared accommodation. “Did I know what?” Jack often wondered if he did all along. She was my love. We went over the top the next morning in a so called surprise attack. You should have seen the way the captains ordered us forward towards the enemy. Again at a slow march. We didn't stand a chance as the bombs fell so did my friends. I was shot in the legs and fell into the deep mud we had to tread through. I kept my head up to avoid drowning, but others I could hear faring far worse than I. The silence of the dead is unnerving and the quietness of the moment wears a hole in my heart. We had been mowed down due to our side's stupidity and all I could think as I lay there with both legs bleeding was a stupid thought. My boys will come and get me and I can go home and see my love. You can imagine my surprise when none came for me; eventually I was found by the Germans' and one took me in. He taught me about justice and how the English were the real enemy and their so called pioneering ways were just an excuse for slavery. I had information and I freely gave it to them and they in turn arranged for me to see a certain man . Jack looked over and saw his shadow and answered it as if this was Gerald; “It was Peterson wasn't it old friend.” “You know him as Lord Peterson.” The shadow answered as it moved to address Jack. “He was known by a different name though he was British. His wife was German and they aided the war effort by spying on the English lines of communication. When the war was on its last death throws, they made arrangements to move me back here on the agreement I marry Peterson's cousin who was looking for a chance to avoid the obvious poverty which would affect Germany. It was obvious the English along with others would put sanctions upon the German's due to the war. They didn't want that happening again did they? Though sadly wrong of course.” “So what happened to you when you returned?” Though Jack really knew being as obvious as this shadow upon the hut wall. “I had little choice but to agree and come back to my old home. I inherited Claybourne as a gift from my cousin's parents who also were of English heritage, you know. Sadly for me I didn't ever figure on you marrying my love and for her to be told I was long dead. Also that you were living in the village. It was a day of shocks when I laid eyes upon her sweetness in the village store. She knew me of course and even though I tried to deny I was who I was she found out.” “Then what happened? What did you do Gerald?” “I grew jealous of you and her. Happy, making love and all those things I wanted to do with her. My wife was pregnant then and apologised for losing faith in our love. She grew suspicious of my movements and wondered about my strange actions. Jealousy has its roots all the way into evil and I did you evil Jack.” “And you did her and I some evil didn't you?” “When I found out that I was going to be a father I called for the local doctor and he turned out to be Bates. He also twigged who I was and what I was doing. He stood by me as a decent friend would though it seemed to trigger off visions in his past; a guilt of not doing all he could to find me. I told him to keep my former identity secret and for that I would look after him. He didn't want to be looked after and viewed it his duty to stand by me. A good friend Bates and one you can confide in.” The shadow moved and looked as if it was taking in a cigarette as it stopped before continuing. “I became obsessed with your wife and employed her as a carer for my woman as she was having problems adjusting to motherhood. One day she caught us, I had applied the charm of my former self and I made love to your woman. Afterwards she felt so guilty for betraying you and she was going to tell you everything about me. I couldn't let that happen Jack; I was a man who relied upon my secret being maintained. I was under orders to get into the government circles and also influence certain business men to finance the rebuilding of Germany behind the governments back. I confronted her round your house and threatened her not to tell you otherwise I would have to have you both killed.” Jack's hands were shaking as he found the next lines. “She ran out of the house terrified of the man I had become. I chased her over the fields and as I caught up with her to kill her I heard your voice and backed away allowing distance between us. Then she just seemed to run onto the track and as she kept looking round at me on the hill she ran into a speeding train. That vision haunted me and still does.” “As it does me, as it does me.” The voice carried on; “My wife went insane and as you know rejected her child. I was at a loss and asked for Bates' aid. He suggested I place her in a mental institute for her safety. Though on hindsight this did her more harm. The good doctor fell in love with my wife in a plutonic sense; he listened to her pleading to end her life and he did. I till this very day I do not know the chemicals he used and how he made it look like suicide. I of course held Bates to ransom on this and he has done me many favours including hiding my past from all who could exploit it.” “Confessions of a madman.” Jack mumbled as he finished off his drink and laid back upon his pillow. The shadow continued over his head; “I thought time would make me feel worse and yet it held me firm. I was alright allowing time to go on until my daughter became friends with your son. I tried to overcome my anger at you and my own guilt which raged a constant battle over me. Let you carry on without harm and do all I can to help your boy; or to hurt you both. I was all prepared to allow the friendship to blossom until it went too far. I packed Carrie off and under the control of the Peterson's. A mistake on hindsight as their boy fell in love with her. I was always under their control and I had to allow them to be in charge of my lifestyle. They had too much on me to allow me any descent.” “Under their thumb hey? Can't say I really feel sorry for you at this time.” “I don't want you to feel sorry for me Jack.” Must have read his mind here. “I allowed my blind rage to get the better of me and with war on the horizons; once more I was asked to feed back anything Lord Peterson thought necessary. He wouldn't do it personally as this was regarded as too risky; so he had me do all the sending of messages to U-boats.” “What about shooting my boy hey Gerald?” “I wasn't the one who shot your boy; that Wolfgang was present. He had come back early and was as jealous as I was over your wife Anne. I could see his rage upon learning that your boy had been skulking around our place. He was also put out by Carrie's willingness to have Jason about and the communication between them done by Henry. Wolfgang saw it all and did what he had to do. I believe if I had not shifted in the way of his first shot; your boy would be dead.” “He was almost killed with the second shot.” “Imagine my horror when he fired again and hit your boy. I thought it was only a scratch and that he'd be okay. When I found out from Bates that it was serious; I out of anger and guilt refused to help. Bates came firmly down on your side and with bribery on his mind I decided to aid you both.” “Big of you.” “I am sorry about your cottage. I ordered this to be burnt and my gamekeeper was only following instructions. I wanted to see that place burnt down to the ground a blot on my landscape reminding me of times past. As for the bombing raid, I got Lord Peterson to sanction this as you had divulged what I thought was a key piece of information. Only you had the edge Jack. The one time I believed your friendship was so and you tricked me.” “Ah how little you know about that.” “Then of course your posh suited man put you up to that. A cleaver man and one who I honour as to bringing this nightmare to an end. I know it is prison or maybe a hired gunman from Lord Peterson's men will come for me. I just want you to know that I am sorry for all that I have done to you and I hope you will forgive me. I was a fool and like you said a man who had good in him; only for the bad to be the prominent side of his mind. Please send Carrie my regards and tell her I love her and I am sorry she ever married Wolfgang. He is a dark horse and one that may have been the one to put the boot in. There was always arguments between him and his father and as I wait in this prison cell I can fully understand why he may have betrayed his father. He is and Englishman at heart and would never be a German or fight for his daddies cause. Though I'd watch your boy Jack; Wolfgang might just want to finish the job he started especially if the love of Carrie has something to do with it.” Jack folded up the letter; “My boy can look after himself Gerald. Anyway Wolfgang isn't off the hook yet. Forrester has his eyes on him.” “Talking to yourself again Jack; first sign of madness you know.” He looked over to another bunk and saw one of his colleagues stumble into bed. “There's a lot of madness about, I was just adding my own into the air.” “Got a letter from Rosie?” “No; this is a confession from a dead man; an old friend.” “Want a ciggy?” The other offered as he gestured tapping the box allowing the cigarettes to come forward out of the cardboard case. “Ah no thanks; I could do with something stronger.” “Now you are talking; I managed to smuggle in a big bottle of Whisky for such a sombre occasion.” Jack watched him lift up a secret floorboard and out she popped; “You sly old dog; had that under our noses all of the time.” “It's amazing what you can keep hidden right under the nose of others.” Jack unfolded the letter and read a line again; “But Wolfgang is half-German and half English. Only half English; and wheret is the place our boys wouldn't look.” “Sorry Jack mumbling again?” “Of course Wolfgang is a traitor and the one pulling the strings. All roads ended at the hit man; but that wasn't the end. Wolfgang is a double spy; going between us and the German's. Somewhere he must have the same equipment as Claybourne and somewhere he must be known by our guys.” He looked at the glass and had to apologise; “Sorry I need my head I have to see Forrester.” “Don't worry dear boy; I'll have this one and save you a glass for when you return.”
“Of course he's not a double agent; we would know.” Forrester added as he sat behind his desk with another important looking military man by his side. “But what about the hidden machine; he must have one. Also I don't think Claybourne was influential enough to have the power to ask Lord Peterson a favour. Bletchley Park is a secret the German's don't know about. Imagine if Peterson now knows about it. He's in a high place at bomber command isn't he?” “Yes; a favour to Lord Peterson. I regret we fell for his smooth words and aid during this time. The Lord was your double agent and helping us a lot less than we first thought; he had connections; German sympathisers to our cause. He possessed a list of these who aided us in bringing back information crucial to the war effort. Then again I believe the tide of change came when his son found out and arranged to alter the Lord's mind. The German bombing of his house helped us with his lordship's actions. Then suddenly he lost all his contacts in the field. We knew something was up but could do little about it until he was finally betrayed by his son.” Forrester looked up; “That was just after we had found our rat and knew your friend Claybourne was the messenger boy. Wolfgang was out of the picture; asked to be left alone, a measure of trust for his loyalties to the British war effort. We want him to return to a normal life and settle down. If he is a spy he will surface soon enough and we will have him.” Jack could see a little worry over something and knew what it was; “He went missing for a while didn't he? He went to search out Bletchley Park and got its exact location and found out its secret.” “One thing is for certain; only a few know of Bletchley's exact location and what it does there. Two of these are dead and we are positive that the Nazi's don't know just yet.” “But someone saw Peterson sniffing about several key locations and he has a hit list of places to bomb.” “And if he decides to send these locations we will find him and take him down.” Jack observed the way this military man was standing, a certain unease washing over him. “But I wager you ten bob that he has already sent details about these places; only the German's want the information delivered in person, under a secure location, especially as the good Lord and Gerald had been captured and assassinated. Murdered by Nazi's because they had turned coat.” “I told you he was good didn't I?” The other nodded at Forrester; “Too cleaver to be wasted on code breaking.” “Hands off; he is definitely my property.” Forrester warned as he leant forward a little. “We believe he will transmit a code to the German's soon enough and they will probably send in a U-boat or some kind of rescue attempt. Either that or a transmission made by light or short range radio. Either way we believe he will make his move soon. I have a few agents watching his place and know he is back home. I just hope he doesn't do away with the pretty young wife of his and the serving staff in the process.”Jack hadn't thought about this. Of course Wolfgang would want to leave with the minimum of fuss; but to kill the innocent would be just against his character. Then again all this was out of character unless of course like a good actor he was playing a game of charades. “What would you want me to do?” The military man leaned forward; “Stay out of our way and do your code breaking; we will sort out this mess.” “Now toddle off and head back to Bletchley.” Forrester dismissed him with. Jack knew as he left the room that Rosie and others he loved were in danger from a very malicious man.
CHAPTER 15: BROKEN DREAMS
Carrie sat and cried a little as she read the letter sent to her by her departed father; but also the fear in her eyes over the truth that lay hidden in here about her husband. “I have decided to let the servants go for now. I have studied the books and we can afford to keep one over this god forsaken war.” She jumped up and as she did the letter fell to the floor. “Only one member of staff?” Wolfgang frowned a little as he noted her actions; “Yes I have decided to keep your man on. He seems pretty able to handle all chores well and I regret ever firing him.” “What are you going to do?” Carrie asked as her eyes darted down to the exposed letter. “I will probably be heading back to command central soon and resume my duties there. I will not be back for quite some time.” He walked over and picked up the letter. “From my father; last letter he ever wrote to me.” “You are to inherit the lot I see; well done my dear. Our houses will join and when I come back from the war we will invest in bigger plans.” He said jovially as he handed back the letter. “Your father wrote to me too and I must admit he was a very eloquent gentleman.” Carrie didn't really know what to say in return and so just decided to reply; “Thank you.” “Now I must retire to my study room and write a personal letter; I do not wish to be disturbed.” “As you wish my dear.” There was something about his manner which did not add up as he kissed her cheek and left the room.
Wolfgang headed over to his study where he took a letter his wife had written once to him now a long time ago it seemed. There he folded it out flat next to a blank piece of paper. Looking at the curls and the style of writing he matched its way and started to write out his own letter. “Time to kiss this life goodbye and write an epitaph to a broken dream my dear.”
Jack hurried towards the departing train and climbed aboard, he hoped the telegram he'd sent would arrive a lot more quickly than he could get there. Somehow his whole family was in danger and his heart wouldn't rest till he'd seen off Wolfgang.
The evening was drawing in as Jason finished off fixing one of the cabinet draws which had somehow been broken at one point in its long life. He smiled to himself as the draw went back to doing the job it had done efficiently all those many years ago. The craftsman was long gone and yet his spirit echoed on in this magnificent piece. There was a knock at the big doors along with the bell ringing out and as was his custom he beat the butler to his job. “Ah don't worry I'll answer it.” Jason replied as he opened up the door to find one of Carrie's servants stood before him. “Ah Mister Jones; I have been requested to pass this letter in person to you.” Jason took it and saw the handwriting was from Carrie; “I take it all is well down at your place?” “Alas all is well with my former Master and Mistress.” “Former Master?” Jason asked as he furrowed his brow. “Yes sir; we have been relinquished of our positions.” “How come?” “Master Peterson said he was cutting down on staff as there would be no one at the house during the war. Miss Carrie and her man are to stay on for a while.” “And what about Wolfgang?” “He is to go back to work presently.” “Do you have employment to go to?” He asked feeling stupid at asking as the man had obviously been made redundant just now. “No Sir; I'm afraid we have nowhere to go.” “Katherine!” Jason shouted and heard his wife scurry along to be by his side. She made it in good time; “Yes; what is the matter?” “My dear, Wolfgang has made this good man here and other household members redundant. I was wondering…” She cut him off; “Of course, please fetch your fellow colleagues and we'd be delighted if you be employed with us. We have many children arriving presently and if you don't mind; we could do with the help.” The man smiled and nodded with thankfulness; “It would be a pleasure my lady and I thank you both. I will see how many would like to stay here and work for you. I will be back presently.” “Thanks my dear; you are the sole of generosity.” She gave him a hug; “And you are just the same.” She looked down and saw a letter; “Who is it from?” “From Carrie; best read it in the lounge and see what she needs.” “If Wolfgang is releasing his staff it could be he's planning to send her away somewhere.” “Aye; best read it and see what we can do.” She stopped him; “No my dear it is addressed to you; I will await your words on the matter later.” He was going to protest but the look in her eyes told him that she was trusting him and putting faith in his love for her. “I will tell you all after I have read it in private; and thanks.” She frowned; “For what?” “For loving me.” She slapped him on the arm in a friendly gesture; “Oh go away with you and read the letter.” Katherine caught the front addressed to her man and frowned at it. Something wasn't quite right about it.
Please meet me on the cliff footpath by the marsh on windy moor. I fear he could be willing to kill me. I need to see you and advise me of how I can escape his fiendish plan. Meet me on the cliff footpath by the marsh on windy moor. Help me Jason you are my last hope. All my love Carrie.
He closed the letter and sat back. In all intense in purpose he should hold back from meeting her. The letter sounded like her, only she never had the cause to repeat the time and place twice. Though it was her writing and under stressful situations one had the right to repeat things. Jason took a look at the time and knew it was now he had to rise and leave to see her. It felt strange and his edginess didn't subside as he grabbed his coat. “Where are you going my dear?” Katherine asked as she observed him run from the study to grab hold of one of the coats on the stand. “I have to meet with Carrie; she has asked me to render aid as Wolfgang is acting strangely. “Meeting her alone?” And there it was to him that voice of suspicion and mistrust; “Aye alone. I have no intentions of doing anything else than speak to her Kathy.” She knew her tone had been a little on the disbelieving side; “I can't understand why she would want to meet you alone.” “It's all in the letter you are free to read it.” He replied as he went to put on his coat. “I think you had better put on the right one; that's my coat and you would look pretty stupid in turning up in that.” He smiled; “Sorry love; I'll be back as soon as I can.” She kissed him and let him go and once more as Katherine held the letter she felt uncomfortable.
A few minutes later Rosie opened up the door to find a messenger boy. “Telegram for Jones!” She took it and gave him a small tip for the effort of coming out here; before heading back towards the study where she found her mistress. “Oh I'm sorry mom; I was looking for Mister Jones; looks to be a message from his father.” Katherine looked up as she put down the first letter next to an old one sent to her by her friend Carrie. She opened up the telegram and read it. “Something the matter my lady?” Rosie asked as her mistress looked pale. “Oh yes; not only is this letter from Carrie a forgery; my husband is heading into a trap.”
“Henry make my wife a cup of tea will you!” Wolfgang ordered as he saw the man in the kitchen. “At once Sir.” Henry replied as he went about his business. “I just wanted to ask; how did you find the old girl?” “Old girl sir?” “You know my old car out in the garage. You must have handy skills in mechanics to get her going.” Henry smiled as he poured the hot water into the pot; “I have a fondness for machines and fixing things. I was just lucky in getting her going.” “Did you find all the doors and other areas easy to open?” Wolfgang asked as he took a look at the kitchen sink. “All except the boot; that was locked or rusted up; either way I couldn't get in there.” He finished the task allowing the tea to brew before pouring. Looking over at Peterson he asked; “Why the question?” “Oh my dear fellow has the sink blocked up? That water doesn't seem to be flowing well.” “It was fine just a minute ago.” Henry replied as he walked to the sink and as he looked into it all went very dark. Wolfgang wasted no time in tying him up and dragging him along the floor to the corner; there he could stay. “Made you a cup of tea my dear!” He announced as he headed into the lounge. She raised her eyes and smiled; “Making drinks for me? How kind.” “I just wanted to make a little refreshment for my love; I know I haven't been the ideal husband but I thought I might try and make up for it.” “You can never make up for it Wolfgang and don't even think you could.” He felt his blood boil and yet he had to stay calm as he handed her the warm drink. “I understand perfectly.” While he was being civil Carrie added; “I am heading back to Claybourne; I wish to stay there during the war. I'm sure this will be agreeable to you as I will not be near Jason and you can rest assured I will be safe until you return.” “As you wish.” He poured himself a cup and sat down watching her drink hers. Then as if by magic the girl started to go all feint. Carrie knew something wasn't right and as she looked over she saw him smile; “What have you done?” As she fell to the floor before darkness covered her eyes she saw Henry's bottle placed in front of her eyes. “Time for my sleeping beauty to slumber through this dramatic hour; oh and Sir Henry is tied up in the kitchen and as for your other Knight out on the Moors he will be and soon will be sleeping in the sea.” Walking back out he picked up his gun and headed out to the garage. Pulling out a key he opened up the boot of the car and yanking out a picnic hamper he opened that and inside sat the machine. Wolfgang powered it up and sent the message and as to typical German precision he had his reply. A German official would meet him aboard and after a brief debriefing they would sail for the Fatherland and make plans for the bombings of all the strategic areas he had the privilege of seeing or knowing their locations. And as for Bletchley that would be a secret no more; only flattened ground it would be in a day or two. Now it was time to kill and old enemy before his boat came in.
Jack got off the train and found to his relief a taxi was waiting. “Up to the manor; no worries there Guv.” “As fast as you can; it's a matter of life and death.” The man smiled; “Oh is it now? Well I will see what I can do.” Jack hoped he would do his best especially as he had just wafted another note under the guy's nostrils. Like a carrot dangled in front of donkey it worked as the car sped along the road. The wind whipped up over the cliff as Jason made his way along the cliff path. He looked over to the darkness that was the moor with its bleakness and deadly bogs that had been known to suck a man down. The evening was getting long and he wondered as if Carrie's plans had been to meet in darkness and out of prying eyes. He looked over the edge of the path and saw the tide coming in with speed as the rocks below were being pummelled by the strong waves. He peered over once more before getting vertigo and stepping back onto more firm and level ground. Then as he took a look over the moors he made a mental note of where Petersons' land started and estimated just how long it would take Carrie to meet him here. It was then he observed a shadow out on the moors.
Katherine shouted at Rosie; “Call the police and get them to meet me out on the moors.” Rosie was all flustered; “Tell them your husband's life is in danger.” “If they come here; show them the two letters and the telegram.” Rosie frowned as she helped her mistress on with her coat; “I don't understand the letter side of things.” Katherine took a deep breath; “One addressed to my husband is clearly a forged letter. Take a look at the way the looping is done and you can see my friend Carrie's style is more elegant and less flamboyant. Now I must go and save my husband from Peterson.” As Katherine rushed out into the evening air she felt a small dash of rain hit her face; it was cold just like her husband's killers heart.
The taxi made its way along the road to the Peterson's house and there it pulled up as Jack rushed out. “Now do me one more favour would you?” The driver looked on; “What?” Jack handed over a number; “Call this and ask for Forrester and tell him Jack needs his help.” The driver nodded and as the man ran on into the house he waited and pulled out a torch. There he signalled into the trees and got a coded message back. “Wolfgang!” Jack shouted as he made his way into the house; “Wolfgang I know your little secret; now come on out and quit hiding.”
Carrie found a voice shouting in her head and through the haze of blurred vision she saw the bottle and as her eyes focussed she could see it was empty and remembered that only a little was left; not enough to knock her out for a long time. “I'm in here Jack; I'm in here!” She called out and heard the man rattle the doors; Wolfgang must have locked them. Jack wasted no time in kicking the doors in and as they flew open he found her on the floor with hands tied. “Thank goodness he didn't harm you my dear.” Carrie sat upright as her hands were free and her legs were able to straighten up. “Once more my rescuer.” “Where is he?” Jack asked as he gave her a kiss on the cheek. “I don't know; he was so polite and caring I should have known he was going to do something nasty.” Then she remembered something; “Henry! Where is Henry?” Jack helped her to her feet; “Can you remember the last thing Wolfgang did?” Carrie steadied herself as her head spun a little; “He… yes; he made me a cup of tea.” “The kitchen!” Jack added as he ran towards the kitchen area not throwing any caution to the wind as he flew into it to find a man tied up and struggling. Carrie followed in breathing a sigh of relief that her man and lifelong friend was alright. “Bashed me on the back of the head he did!” Henry shouted angrily at being such a fool as to lean over a kitchen sink to be biffed. “Said there was a blockage and knocked me out.” Jack helped the man to a seat as age always made it harder to recover from a distressing situation. He needed a little background as Miss Carrie went out of the room probably looking for a first aid kit. “Now what were you both talking about before he knocked you for six?” Henry frowned as his mind ached; “He asked me about the old car in the garage and had I opened up things like the boot.” Jack thanked the man as he rushed out he heard Henry ask; “What is this all about?” Carrie froze as she was on her way to get the first aid box; there before her one of the hunting rifles was missing along with a whole box of ammunition. “Found that first aid box?” Jack asked as he saw her looking into large cabinet. Carrie turned and with fear she replied; “No; but a whole load of ammo and a rifle is missing.” She stared hard at Jack; “He wouldn't would he?” “I wouldn't put it passed him; call my son's house and warn him that the Wolf is going hunting and hope we ain't too late.” She turned back round and dialled the number to be told that the police were on their way and that Jason and Katherine had gone out to the cliff path. Placing down the receiver she ran for her jacket and left for the cliff. Jack entered the old garage and there he found the elderly car except no other items present. “Must have taken the transmitter with him.” He muttered to himself as it all clicked into place; “Must be leaving tonight; high tide, a U-boat must be coming for him. He is planning to ditch the device in the moor and kill my boy before heading out to sea.” “I have called the police sir and they said they have a man on his way to us and your son's house.” Jack mumbled; “A man won't be enough.” He ran back into the place finding another gun in the rack of plenty, he loaded it and headed on out.” “What shall I do?” “When that constable arrives tell him to head out to moors and get back-up. We have a traitor and murderer to catch before nightfall; and look after Carrie.” Henry nodded as he too loaded a gun and did as he was instructed. He would be armed just in case the enemy should return. Then to his horror he found the lady of the house was absent.
The evening was a cold one though soon it would be warm inside a submarine and he would be on his way home. As he was contemplating the warm home fires burning Wolfgang noted a shadowy figure walk up to the point and look about them. “Steady dear boy; be careful of the bog, wouldn't want to slip in there.” He muttered to himself as he raised his rifle at the target. “Time to die Jason; time to meet your fate. This bullet will not miss and there will be no more lives for you; you are not a cat.”
Jason looked about him once more and as he did he caught a shadowy figure out on the Moor once again and it seemed to glow a glow that was familiar. Then he heard it; a rifle had been fired. The Wolf was out on the moors and had shot in his direction but not quite in his direction.
Katherine made it to the path and saw her husband in the distance, or was it Wolfgang? She didn't quite know. The darkness was closing in and as she walked a bit more she looked out to the moors and saw another figure out there. Then it happened a shot rang out in her direction and as she stared on a shooting pain entered her chest and as she stumbled she fell backwards and slipped off the edge of the path.
“No!” Jason shouted as he saw the figure fall from the trail. He was already in full flight even before the shot rang out and as he ran to the point he heard another bullet being fired in his direction hitting the path and sending mud and grass into the air.
“His and her jackets blast!” Wolfgang mumbled as he realised he had shot the wrong person; still more pain for the victim and another chance to get the right one. Loading his rifle once more he took aim and fired; this time the wind took the bullet off of course and he saw it hit to the guy's right. He wouldn't make a third mistake. Aiming once more allowing for wind compensation he squeezed the trigger.
“Kathy!” Jason shouted as he reached down towards where she was clinging on. To his right he heard footsteps and saw Carrie running towards him. Raising his arm up he waved her away stating; “Stay away lass; he's still out there!” Carrie had seen the incident and knew her husband was out here; taking aim she fired in his direction before throwing down the rifle and running flat out towards Jason and as she looked down she could see her friend holding on for dear life. There was no mercy from the rain as it came down upon them.
Wolfgang ducked as a shot rang his way before observing the woman, his wife he believed in full flight towards that man. Running round the next patch of bog he made his way closer; to kill two birds with one stone would be the icing on the cake, especially as the girl had somehow not been knocked out like he'd expected. Now clearly in his sights Wolfgang took aim and was just about to fire when from out of nowhere a plane flew over illuminating the whole area with its search lights and as he looked up a figure came out of the darkness and hit him with an object. He stumbled backwards into the bog. Wolfgang tried to grab his rifle but alas it was too far out of reach and as he looked up he saw the man who had pushed him in. “Call it quits for all that you have done to my friends and my lady.” “You!” He cried out in anger as Carrie's servant glared at him.
Jack rushed to the scene and saw Henry smack the enemy into the bog and the guy was slapping about. “Help me save him man!” Jack shouted as he went to take his coat off and lay it upon the quagmire. “Stand back sir otherwise I will be forced to shoot you!” Henry advised as he picked up Jack's rifle and aimed it at him. Jack looked up; “Come on man! You wouldn't shoot me?” “I will if you insist on rescuing the enemy. He is a murderer and a traitor and he deserves this end.” Wolfgang laughed as he started to sink further; “I don't need your pity Jack and I don't need your help. A curse your family has been; Gerald was right you are a bloody curse.” In the distance Jack could hear the police and what looked to be coming behind Henry a load of Army personnel. Time was running out here and the enemy was sinking; yet there was nothing to do but allow it to happen. “What about your secrets and that U-boat out there?” “The secrets die with me and…” There was an almighty explosion as the British aircraft found the U-boat obviously surfaced just yonder. The U-Boat tried to dive but was caught cold and now just another casualty in this war. As Jack looked back the man was gone; like the U-boat he was sunk and the secrets had been secured. He felt sadness for the loss and as he observed a man examining the radio transmitter he noted it was his friend and boss Forrester. “Just like hound of Baskerville's.” Henry dropped his gun and asked Jack; “What?” Jack looked over at the guy; “Just like book I'd read a while back. The bad guy falling into bog and dying; nothing left here as evidence of his crimes.” “At least you managed to save the transmitter and stop our secrets from falling into enemy hands.” As the plane circled back round Forrester reached down and helped Jack to his feet. “You should have trusted us; we were on him and would have had him on the beach.” “But my boy would have been dead Sir.” “Casualties of war Jack just a casualty of war and a hero.” Forrester replied as he got two men to help him take the equipment away. Jack had one more thing to say and it wasn't complimentary to his boss; he swore at the man and noticed a little grin on his superiors face. “That's what friends are for; being just as you say.” Forrester didn't have anything else to add and so took to the night with his evidence and what he hoped a good reward for a sterling job.
Jason tried to grab his wife but she was just out of reach; “Ahh!” he shouted with frustration. “Carrie fetch some rope we can get her with that.” Carrie was just about to go and get some when Katherine shouted up at them both. “Don't bother; I can't hold on.” “You must hold on; help is here!” Katherine felt her life ebbing away as the blood stained blouse and jacket told her the truth. She didn't want to die and lose the baby as well; but there was nothing she could do. “Will you do something for me?” Carrie allowed tears to roll down her cheeks; “Name it!” “Look after my man for me and love him even more than I ever could.” Jason reached down even further towards the jutted out ledge on this cliff; “I won't leave you!” “I'm sorry my love but I have to go.” He watched as her last grip was lost and she fell; he tried to grab hold of her even though she was gone and after the splash he looked on. Carrie could see nothing but tears as she felt the need to just stare on; then reaching over she pulled back his outstretched hand and held onto it while he shook with grief. Jack ran over and saw them looking on; “Don't tell me she fell?” Jason pulled himself round and looked at his Da; “Aye she fell; she couldn't hang on any longer; I shouldn't cry.” Jack pulled him up and held onto his boy; “It's okay to cry son and cry you shall.” CHAPTER 16: REFLECTIONS.
Even though the doctor's had said she had been fatally wounded and her fall was one already made in death it was hard for Jason to come to terms with the fact she was gone. The only thing that kept him going through the years was looking after those children the victims of war. It was hard telling some of them their parents had died in the bombing and he felt for the other side knowing children were losing parents over there. Carrie had gone back to Claybourne manor to resume life as she could; his father worked in secret for the ministry under Forrester and friends. Rosie had stood by him through those dark nights and days while he mourned his loss and found love in the children's arms. He still had to contend with his fits which fluctuated in intensity. When the war finally ended and all the children had gone he kept his head low and communication was scarce even after his father had returned.
“Come on son; come over to the village and see how I'm getting on with rebuilding the cottage.” “No thanks Dad I'm good here.” “No good moping round this house after children have gone. Come home with me.” He remembered getting angry; “I'm fine here father and happy to look after this place.” “Aye rub salt into wound; make it fester and then go rotten to the bone over the fact that she is gone and you blame yourself.” Jason reacted angrily; “Of course I blame myself; if I had acted more swiftly she wouldn't have been out there and would be here with me now.” “But she ain't with you now and she is dead and holds out the hope for you and Carrie to start again. Yet you hold out on her; Carrie wonders what she has done wrong and when you write it is brief to say the least.” Jason kicked a few stones across the driveway; “I'm still angry about it and what Claybourne had done to all.” “And because Carrie is now a Claybourne again you are angry at her?” Jack asked still keeping calm and understanding more as each word passed. “Aye…it's crazy I know.” “Not crazy, just the fact that she has not allowed any man to capture her affections from you. Also if you marry her she will no longer have the name you despise so much. Claybourne will be name of the past and her surname will be the same as yours. Also as we have already talked about; Katherine would be happy at the thought. Her words were at the end, one of concern for your welfare and her love for you had no jealousy in it. She wanted you and Carrie to be happy and the only way is to wed each other.” Jason had nothing else to say except; “I'll think about it all.” “Just take a word from the man who mourned before you; don't allow the sadness to take away the happiness or joy in your life. If you do; you will live a life of misery and what a shame that would be just seeing the negative in all things instead of the positive. I've seen both sides and trust me the positive is far better and more fulfilling than anything else the sadness has to offer.” He stepped into his car and closed the door; “I'm officially opening my cottage on Monday week, now please come along, all will be there even Carrie. It's a kind of party to celebrate the new world we are making; I don't know what to call it just a good party.”
Rosie put a few finishing touches to the cake as it sat pride of place in the centre of all the other goodies she and others had cooked. The past many months after the war had been a strange experience one that felt as if you weren't living a real life. She expected to turn on the radio and find more reports of fighting, bombing and more casualties but alas the radio was full of hope and peace. “Aye Bates it is good to see you here; how's the surgery going?” She heard Jack ask as he shook hands with a man who had possessed a lot of guilt over the Spy scene and flack over his involvement. But Jack had helped him to forget. “You were his best friend and there was nothing more a friend would do than honour his friend's promise. You didn't know the full story and cannot blame yourself my friend.” Jack had said and as he slapped the man on the back he added; “Besides the whole village wouldn't be the same without their doctor.” That was when he pulled a surprise party for the good man as the whole village turned out to support him. It had served as an aid to help him emotionally; Bates was a lot more confident and cheerful than he used to be. Rosie smiled as she gave her Doctor a big kiss. “How is that boy of yours doing?” Bates asked as he had both Husband and wife together. Jack sighed as a little happiness ebbed away; “He's been taking it all hard. He even stayed away from our wedding saying he was sick. I think he has a touch of what you had doc.” Bates nodded; “I can comprehend; though there is no medical symptom recognised I understand about flashbacks to the past and how they riddle the mind with guilt. I take it you have invited him to this party?” Rosie pulled a face; “Probably won't turn up and when we call he will say he was ill or something.” Her sadness was gone when she offered the good doctor a piece of cake. Bates looked about him as he took the opportunity to scan the guests; “I haven't seen Carrie Claybourne.” Jack inhaled deeply before letting it out; “She felt the best chance for Jason to turn up is if she didn't come round. I told her about his feelings over Claybourne.” “Ah, say no more.” He replied as his teeth dug into a lovely creamy sponge cake. “Oh my Mrs Jones you make the best cakes about.” Then he caught the local shopkeeper's eye and decided to rephrase it; “Apart from the local shop that is.” Rosie burst out laughing as she saw the good doctor squirm and as she looked up she saw her husband staring at the door. “What is it my dearest?” And there was her answer as Jason Jones stood larger than life at the entrance carrying a bottle of wine and what looked to be a box of chocolates a delicacy indeed. Jack smiled feeling tearful; “Ah it's my boy and he's come home!” “Sorry it's been so long; the place looks better than ever before.” “Even better now our lad is home!” Jack shouted as he fell into his son's arms. “Careful Da otherwise you might crush the chocolates.” “Come, come and meet all those who have missed you around.” Jack said as he tugged on his son's arm; “Doctor Bates as you know.” Bates felt unsure about offering his hand as he used to be connected to the Claybourne household and was surprise when Jason smiled; “Pleased to have you about we've all missed you.” “And I've missed your medical advice doctor.” Jason replied as he met many and spoke to them all. He felt much like a member of Royalty. His father took him out back to the garden. “One thing hasn't changed and that' the work shed and the garden.” He showed Jason all the tools kept in place and; “Of course your pigs are back in pen and misbehaving; I think they miss you feed'in them.” “Aye probably; though I thought, um, Rosie would have swayed their hearts by now.” He looked about him and admired the old place but something was missing. “Where's Carrie?” Jack fidgeted as he felt awkward; “She stayed away; didn't think it would be right to be here as she heard you might come along.” “Why do that?” “Because being Claybourne she felt it to be wrong stepping into the house her family trampled on; too many memories of you here and all.” He looked his son in the eyes; “She is suffering as much as you are my boy. Guilt is a strong emotion and one hard to overcome; especially as the object of her devotion is an emotional ruin because of her father and former husband's actions.” Jason nodded in understanding as he walked round the side to look up over the hill where the shadow of Claybourne lay. His emotions were torn apart and yet as he visioned the lady of the manor his mind was made over. Like this cottage it was time to rebuild and not allow any division to arise between the Claybourne's and the Jones anymore. “Keep the home fires burning da; I must be away.” Rosie came out and found Jason saying this to her husband; “Away so soon?” “I'll be back and if luck is about me I won't be alone.” “Hold on before you go!” Rosie shouted as she ran back inside apologising to a few she had knocked out of the way. Picking up a box she headed out again. “I gave you those to enjoy as a belated wedding present.” Jason spoke as the box of chocolates was thrust into his hands. “Well they will only make me more of a big woman and soon I wouldn't be able to fit through cottage doors and have to live outside with your pigs.” Jason laughed at her humour and a woman who could laugh at herself and not take life too seriously; apart from being married to his dad. “Now what are you waiting for chop, chop.” “Okay Ma I'm on me way!” He gave her a kiss before hugging his father. “Wish me luck.” “Love isn't lucky my boy; no such thing as luck; but love is real.”
Henry looked out over the hills and saw his mistress taking the heads off a few dead rose bushes. He sighed at her melancholy way of late; it was as if something had died in her. The funeral of her good friend had hit her hard especially the way Jason Jones had behaved. Then again grief has many ways in which to display its self. Though the few years that had passed had only fuelled this ladies desire to live a life of seclusion; much like Master Jones had done so. “Would you like some tea my lady?” he asked as he hovered much like a dragon fly which often frequented the garden near to large pond. “Yes Henry that would be much appreciated.” “And after tea may I be permitted to aid you in dead-heading the roses?” “I'm quite happy in doing the task.” Carrie replied as she looked over at him and past him. Henry turned to see an apparition before him; a man tall, strong and looking much like he did in years past when he came round to work here. “Why Master Jones what a pleasure!” He added before coming out with; “My mistress was about to have tea; would you like a cup?” Jason smiled knowing what Henry was doing in overstepping his duty and offering drinks that his mistress should be offering. Swallowing hard he stared at Carrie and addressed her for the first time in three years; “Only if it is agreeable to you Miss Carrie.” She hovered almost lost with emotions flowing through her body; “I…um…yes that would be fine by me Henry.” Henry took a step behind Jason and grinned at them both; much like children in an adult's body. Both scared at each other after a spat. He hurried away to rush the tea so Jason had little opportunity to leave. He wondered if he should add a little of his grandmother's potion as a relaxing formula. Then again that would definitely overstep his boundaries.
“How have you been?” Carrie asked as she took off her gloves and placed the bypass pruning shears down on the small metal table that would soon house the tea. Jason fidgeted a little as he held the chocolates tight round his broad back; “I've been through a tough time much like you I gather.” “When a person you admire and is extremely fond of doesn't want to see you; I would say that has an affect on one.” She replied as she turned away from his eyes and looked at the vast garden. “Aye I can understand that especially as the man who loves that person finally wakes up from his hole and climbs out of it realising he's been a stupid fool.” He took a few brave steps towards Carrie feeling uncertain as to how to take this next stride. He fumbled with the box in his big clumsy feeling hands. “I brought you a small gift…” That was when he dropped them into the dirt and as he bent down she did the same and they touched hands. The spark was still there and as he looked into her eyes he saw her staring right back. “Still the same old clumsy Jason who needs a steady hand.” He laughed; “And still the bright girl who can teach me many things including how to not drop present in soil.” Carrie laughed a nervous laugh, as she remembered all the old days they shared summers together and forgetting the chocolates she reached out and held his hands which were trembling. “Is there still enough room in that heart of yours to continue building on our friendship?” He held tightly onto her sweet hands; “My father gave me advice on how to build things throughout my life and he showed me the way to go right now.” “What is the right way for you Jason?” Carrie asked as she looked into his eyes. “If you can forgive me; maybe even love me once again; I will promise to be by your side forever.” Carrie looked past him; “What about Claybourne and the name it holds?” He took a look up at its white washed walls and smiled; “That name holds no disgrace only honour of a woman who has made the name great once more. That name and its honour can be built upon and made stronger.” “Then you are willing to end the division between us and cement a union together?” Jason held her look and nodded; “Aye I'm willing to do all that.” “Then you need to ask me the biggest question; one you asked me a long time ago.” Kneeling down he inhaled deeply and let it out in a deep almost trembling voice; “Carrie Claybourne; will you make a fool wise and marry me?” She bent over and kissed him on the forehead before replying; “I will gladly spend the rest of my life loving the man I was meant to marry.” Henry came out with the tea to find a promise issuing forth from his mistresses mouth. He smiled with pride as they kissed and knew from the days of their childhood it was always and should have been this way. Childhood sweethearts built on friendship which even the enemies of this world couldn't rip apart.
Jack Jones kept going out and looking up the road to see if his son was coming back and as he looked up road he saw a car approaching and as it pulled up the couple stepped out of the back and instantly he saw the smiles on their faces. “Rosie, Rosie! Come and see!” He shouted and as Rosie looked out she shrieked with joy and all too soon had rushed out with most of the party goers. Jack came close to Carrie and Jason; he had to ask, “Does this mean what I think it means?” “Aye it does; Carrie has…” He looked to his love; “You tell him dear.” “I have agreed to be his wife.” Jack shouted with joy as he turned to the group; “Everyone, everyone!” He got silence; “My boy is to marry the lovely Miss Carrie!” The group was silent at first until the news had seeped in and Doctor Bates clapped which sent off the whole crowd as all congratulated the lovely couple. The whirlwind of celebration from that day turned into a celebration on the wedding day, a mass of floating confetti and cheers. From that time on the ghosts of the past and all the division which had kept the two families apart was healed and now an error of peace and unity was to come in for The Claybourne's and the Jones'. THE END. © Copyright 2005, Benjamin Timothy Dyer
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