“Quiet day. You should be able to manage it, sir. You remember that thieving pair of servants at Lady Glensheil’s?”
“Yes. Any word of them?”
“No, disappeared into thin air. I was thinking of them only today, wondering how they’d managed to escape with all the police looking for them. Maybe we should have checked the ports.”
“Waste of manpower. That sort never leave the country. They just sink down into some thieves’ kitchen. They’ll be caught sooner or later, mark my words,” said Kerridge. “That sort always get found out.”
♦
Alice Turvey and the pot-boy, Bert Harvey, had bought a little shop in Brooklyn. The chef at Lady Glensheil’s had taught Alice one day how to make meat pies with a light golden crust. They called their pie shop A Bit of England and built up a steady trade. They soon had enough money to buy false papers. They took the names of Mr and Mrs Kerridge.
Bert was already thinking of training up a cook and opening another shop.
They were regular attenders at St Anne’s Episcopal church in Montagu Street and were regarded as pillars of the community by the other tradesmen.
♦
Lady Rose went to Deauville with her parents and then on to Biarritz. Harry stayed in London. She did not write to him or answer any of his letters.
On their return, Daisy surprised Rose by asking for an evening off.
“You’re not going to get into any more trouble, are you?” asked Rose anxiously.
“No, I just want to be by myself for a bit.”
Becket surprised Harry by asking for an evening off. He readily granted it but could not remember Becket ever before asking for any time off.
Becket and Daisy met in Hyde Park. It was quiet in the evening, with only a few couples strolling about.
“They’re not going to get married, you know,” said Daisy gloomily. She and Becket had never spoken of marrying each other, and yet between them there was an understanding that they would be free to do so only if Rose married Harry.
“Perhaps there might be another murder to bring them together,” said Becket. “Let’s forget them and let me take you out for a nice supper. What would you like? I’ve been saving up. Champagne? Oysters?”
“Jellied eels,” said Daisy dreamily. “I would love some jellied eels.”
“Then jellied eels it is!”