The Constable smiled. ‘It is.’
‘Then sit yourself down. I don’t want a crick in my neck from looking at you. Some ale, a glass of wine? You’ve had a fair walk out here.’
‘I’ll be fine.’ He sat on the other chair in the room.
Trueman picked a small glass from the table and sipped. ‘Cordial,’ he explained. ‘Keeps my throat moist. Now, what do you want to know?’
‘I’ve heard that quite a few years ago Jeremiah Darden lent the Corporation some money.’
The old man mulled over the question. ‘He did, yes.’
‘What was it for?’ Nottingham asked.
Trueman smiled. ‘There were some purchases of land the Corporation wanted to make, down by the bridge. Mr Darden offered the money so everything could be conducted speedily.’
‘Why did it need to be done so quickly?’
‘It didn’t, I suppose. But it simplified things. We didn’t have the money at the time, so we’d have been forced to wait until revenues came in. This way was much easier and made sure we obtained the land, rather than someone else buying it and selling to us at a profit.’ The surprise must have shown on Nottingham’s face. ‘Yes, that has happened before. I won’t say who or where.’
‘How much money was involved?’
‘Not as much as many people have claimed, I can assure you of that. I’ve heard all manner of wild figures. It was four hundred pounds. That’s still a handsome sum, I think you’ll agree with me on that.’
‘That’s true.’ It was as much as many good merchants took in profit during a year, enough to live on without caring or ever having to count costs.
‘You know how these things are,’ Trueman continued. ‘They become exaggerated. I’ve heard he lent a round thousand, but I know that’s wrong. I was there and I helped draw up the papers.’
‘He was repaid?’
‘Of course,’ the old man said with an emphatic nod. ‘And within three months.’
‘Was he paid interest?’
‘No. That was part of the agreement. It was civic spirit on his part; he was a member of the Corporation. All he received was the amount he lent and a vote of thanks.’
‘But he never became mayor.’
‘Now you’re digging deeper,’ Trueman told him with a smile. ‘And you’re doubtless wondering why he resigned from the Corporation.’
‘I’ve heard stories.’
‘I’m sure you have — I’ve heard more than a few myself.’
‘What’s the truth?’ Nottingham asked him.
The old man hesitated before answering. ‘Sordid and crude,’ he said. ‘Mr Darden tupped a servant.’
‘There’s nothing unusual about that.’
‘Of course not.’ Trueman’s smile became wolfish. ‘But not his own servant. And not a girl. This was a boy who’d just begun working for another member of the Corporation. He hadn’t just enjoyed him, he’d beaten him hard, too.’
The Constable was silent for a long time. ‘How did people find out?’
‘The boy collapsed the next day. When he came to, he told them what Mr Darden had done.’
‘What happened to the lad?’
‘He died,’ Trueman said flatly, then stared at Nottingham. ‘You can understand why Mr Darden was asked to resign. We couldn’t have someone like that running the city. But neither could we have the truth come out, of course.’
‘The tales I heard were about a girl.’
The man waved an old hand, the skin wrinkled and pale. ‘Vague fancies. People could build on them as they wished. And better they believed it was a girl than a lad.’
‘But the city and the merchants still protect him.’
‘They always will, Constable. He’s paid for his crime. He gave up his seat on the Corporation, he lost the chance to be mayor. He’s been punished. Underneath all that he’s still one of them. He helped them when he needed it. Surely you understand that?’
He nodded sadly. He understood it all too well.
‘Besides,’ Trueman added, ‘imagine the damage it would cause if the real story ever came out. Not just to Mr Darden, but to the city. I’ll ask you to think about that. I’ve told you all this in confidence. I’m trusting you have enough respect for Leeds that you’ll never make it public knowledge.’
‘Should I have?’
‘Would you care for one more story from the past?’ He took another sip of the cordial and leaned back in his chair. ‘Did it ever surprise you when Constable Arkwright first took you on?’
The question took him aback. It had been over twenty years ago, when he worked the jobs he could, none of them steady, none paying much. He’d survived living on the streets of the city. He believed that Arkwright had seen something in him, something that would make him a good Constable’s man, and he’d been grateful for the steady employment.
‘Should it?’ he answered warily.
‘There were folk on the Corporation who thought your father had treated your mother very shabbily. He flaunted his sins, his gambling and philandering. Then he put the two of you out because he’d discovered her affair.’
‘And you’ll know she died,’ Nottingham said bitterly.
‘I do,’ he acknowledged. ‘A few people thought that perhaps you deserved a little better. After all, none of it was your fault.’ Trueman sighed. ‘Eventually someone had a quiet word with Mr Arkwright. Without that you wouldn’t be sitting here today.’
‘Thank you for being so honest with me.’ The Constable stood, pushing himself slowly upright with the stick and groaning at the pain in his legs.
‘You’re going to have more of that as you grow older,’ Trueman told him with a sympathetic nod. ‘I’m sorry for your loss, I truly am.’
The trees were bare, branches stark against the sky. The bitter November wind suited his mood as he walked back into Leeds. So now he knew exactly why Darden had left public life. No one had cared that the boy had died. A lie or two and a few pounds to his parents would have covered that. He doubted if any of those in power had remembered the lad’s name. And still they protected the merchant to hide all the secrets and shame of the past.
And now he knew another ugly truth. There’d been no special promise for the old Constable to spot. It was simply a sop, a way of relieving a little guilt, but long after his mother had died with nothing, all she owned legally stolen from her by her husband. Telling him had been the price Trueman exacted for his secrets, and the words had stung.
But only for a moment. Nothing anyone said could really hurt him now. He was already overflowing with pain. It was so heavy that he felt he could touch it, that it stood between him and the rest of the world. And he knew he’d been good at his job, good enough to become deputy and then Constable. He’d earned his position.
He waited outside the dame school, huddled in his greatcoat, a heavy coat and breeches beneath it, with thick hose and sturdy boots. Still he felt the cold through to his bones. It could be another long winter, he thought.
There was no gaiety or life in her face when she came out. Mrs Rains had a brief word with her, then Emily gave a quick reply and she was beside him, her small fingers warm in his hand. She closed her eyes.
‘Take me home,’ she said. ‘Please.’
Rob smiled at her and she tried to return it. But there were dark smudges under her eyes and her face seemed pinched with sadness. He knew she’d find no relief in the house. Her mother’s ghost would fill the place; it would always be there.
‘Do you know what I wish?’ Emily said.
‘What?’
‘That we could just walk away from here and never come back.’
‘But we can’t.’
‘I know.’ She sighed deeply. ‘I miss her. It hurts. I want her to be there when I open the door and she won’t be.’
It would fade, he knew that. It would always gnaw at her, but other joys, other treasures of memory would fill the hole that consumed her. But telling her wouldn’t help. At the moment she wouldn’t even understand. He stopped and pulled her close to him, stroking away the tears that started to fall down her cheeks.