She bridled.
“Well, it’s a pleasure, I’m sure.”
He went on: “This is Miss Cranleigh.”
There seemed to be no need to explain my reason for being with Kate. I expected Mrs. Came was well aware of all that went on at Perrivale Court.
She nodded in my direction, and was gone.
“She’s a good sort,” said the Major.
“Treats me like a babe in arms sometimes, but I confess I like to be spoiled. So you like my garden?
I do a lot of it myself . the designing and planting and all.
There’s a man who comes in every morning and does the mundane jobs.”
“Have you been here long?”
“Since my daughter married. The house was a sort of wedding present.
Unusual, you are thinking, for the father of the bride to be so pampered, but Mirabel couldn’t have her old father living in a little cottage. She made it as though coming to live here was a favour to her. “
“We saw Seashell Cottage only this afternoon.”
“It’s quite charming in a way. Not much garden, of course. Not to be compared with the Dower House.”
“I told Cranny how I took the Seas out of Seashell and made it Hell Cottage.”
“There you see. Miss Cranleigh, what I have to contend with.”
“You thought it was funny, you know you did, Gramps.”
“Well, perhaps I did. What was I saying? Oh, a great improvement on the cottage, and I am very happy to be here.”
“How comforting it must be to be so contented.”
“Yes particularly after a rather cheque red career. Army life is no
bed of roses, believe me. And then I come to this … My daughter happily settled … and my granddaughter now firmly placed on the strait and narrow path with her most excellent governess.”
He raised an eyebrow at me and I could see the gesture was a habit with him.
“Gramps has been all over the world,” Kate informed me.
“He’s been just everywhere.”
“A mild exaggeration, you will understand. Miss Cranleigh.”
I smiled.
“Majors are the most important people in the Army,” went on Kate.
“My dear granddaughter brushes aside all those generals, field marshals, colonels and the rest who are under the impression that they are the ones.”
“Well, you were,” she said.
“Who can be so churlish as to contradict such a loyal supporter? It is true that I have done a bit of travelling. India, Egypt, wherever my duty lay.”
“Tell us, Gramps,” pleaded Kate.
Over the wine he talked a great deal. He spoke of his life in India as a young officer.
“Those were the days … but the climate … uncertainty too. I was too young for the Mutiny … but the feeling was always there.”
As he talked, Kate kept glancing at me to make sure that I was duly impressed. It was clear that he was a hero to her. He talked of Egypt, the Sudan and India. At length he said: “But I’m talking too much.
It’s Kate’s fault. She always lures me to talk, don’t you, granddaughter? “
“I like it,” said Kate.
“So do you, don’t you. Cranny?”
“It is quite fascinating,” I said.
“I’m glad you find it so. I hope it will tempt you to come and visit me again.”
“I wish I’d been there,” said Kate.
“Ah. Sometimes things are better to talk about than to live through.”
“You must miss all this adventure,” I said.
“I was telling you how much I appreciate the peaceful life. I’ve had enough adventuring. What I want now is to settle down and enjoy the visits of my family … and to know that they are well and happy.”
“It seems a very noble ambition,” I said.
“And how the time has flown.
We must be on our way back, Kate. “
“Promise you’ll come again.”
I thanked him and Kate leaped up and flung her arms about his neck. I was astonished by her conduct. She was like a different child. And I was delighted to see this affection between her and her grandfather.
As we rode home, she said: “Isn’t Gramps wonderful?”
“He has certainly had a very interesting life.”
“It’s the most interesting life anyone ever had. Of course, you were shipwrecked … that counts for something. You ought to have told him about it.”
“Oh, his adventures were far more interesting, I am sure.”
“Oh yes. But yours are not bad. You can tell him next time.”
And of course there would be a next time. I was glad of that.
When I was in bed that night I kept going over that afternoon’s adventure. It had been quite eventful. First Harry Tench and then the Major. Both of those men would have been here at the time of the murder.
I imagined the Major living in Seashell Cottage with his daughter and granddaughter. I might learn quite a lot from him. A man like that would know what was going on and probably had his own theories.
I must cultivate the acquaintance of the Major.
I believed it had been a profitable afternoon.
The Sailor’s Grave
The visit to the Major appeared to have been a great success in more ways than one. Kate became more friendly. I had liked the Major and she had made up her mind that the Major liked me; and as he was a hero in her eyes, I rose considerably in her estimation.
She talked of him freely, telling me of the wonderful adventures he had had, how he had fought battles singlehanded and was solely responsible for the success of the British Empire. Kate could never do or think anything halfheartedly.
But I was delighted by the growing friendship between us.
Lessons had become quite painless. It had been a wise stroke to introduce her to books with a good strong narrative. We had almost finished Treasure Island and The Count of Monte Cristo was lying in wait for us.
I used the books blatantly as a sort of unconscious bribe.
“Well, I know these sums are a little difficult, but when we get them right, we’ll see what’s going to happen to Ben Gunn.”
My success with her amazed me as much as everyone else. I was beginning to see that Kate was more than a rebellious girl bent on making trouble. I supposed there were reasons behind everything. And I was determined to discover more about her.
Through all this I did not forget for one moment the reason why I was here. I wished I could see the Major alone. It would be difficult to ask leading questions in Kate’s presence. She was already a little suspicious because of my intense interest in the murder. I could not call on the Major, of course.
Perhaps, I told myself, the opportunity would come and when it did I must be ready to seize it.
I had always known that Kate had an interest in the morbid, so I was not particularly surprised when I discovered what a fascination the graveyard seemed to have for her.
The church was an ancient one, famed for its Norman architecture. It was not far from Perrivale Court and we often passed it.
“Just imagine,” I said as we rode up to it.
“It was built all those years ago … about eight hundred years.”
We were, as Kate said, ‘doing’ William the Conqueror, and she was getting quite an interest in him since learning of the particular manner in which he had wooed his wife Matilda by beating her in the streets. Such incidents delighted Kate and I found myself stressing them whenever I found them, to stimulate her interest.
“He built a lot of places here,” she said.
“Castles and churches and things. And all those people in the graveyard … some of them must have been there for hundreds of years.”
“Trust you to think of that instead of the beautiful Nor man arches and towers. The church is really interesting.”
“Let’s go in,” she said.
We tied up the horses and did so. The hushed atmosphere subdued her a little. We studied the list of vicars which dated back a long way.