Chapters (73)
- Cover
- Dedication
- PART ONE
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- PART TWO
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- PART THREE
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- THIRTY-NINE
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- FORTY-THREE
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- PART FOUR
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- FORTY-SEVEN
- FORTY-EIGHT
- FORTY-NINE
- FIFTY
- FIFTY-ONE
- FIFTY-TWO
- FIFTY-THREE
- PART FIVE
- FIFTY-FOUR
- FIFTY-FIVE
- FIFTY-SIX
- FIFTY-SEVEN
- FIFTY-EIGHT
- FIFTY-NINE
- SIXTY
- SIXTY-ONE
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
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‘Thanks for the warning,’ Blackie muttered. ‘Shouldn’t we be going, Uncle Pat?’
‘Aye, we should. Let’s go across the moor and down to Tower Lane. That’s the quickest way to Town Street.’
The week became busy for Blackie. He had shown his plans for Mrs Wilson’s conservatory to his uncle and to Mrs Wilson herself, and both sides had approved.
Patrick Kennedy was delighted when she signed the work contract and told him Blackie could start at once. And he did. He was measuring the space, visiting the glaziers, ordering quantities of glass, wood and paint. Then he went in search of terracotta slabs for the floor of the conservatory. He was thrilled, the fuss of the weekend forgotten.
In the middle of the week, he came home to find a note from Sarah, explaining he should go on his own to Harrogate. She had written down an address. She had also explained she would meet him there that afternoon. Unexpectedly, she had to work on Saturday morning and would go straight to the train station at noon, see him in Harrogate later.
There was no mention of Finn in Sarah’s note, and so Blackie spoke to him the next day, when he finally went to the carpentry shop.
‘I don’t want to go,’ Finn said in a quiet voice. ‘I don’t want to spend the money, and anyway …’ Finn cut himself off, then whispered, ‘I had a note from Moira. She wants to talk to me on her day off. And that’s Saturday.’
Although Blackie was surprised, he kept his face neutral. ‘And where are ye meeting her?’
‘On the moor, opposite the Traveller’s Rest. She said we might want to find a café, have a bite for dinner.’
‘Then you’d better take some money with ye,’ Blackie chuckled.
Finn said, ‘I will. I’ve got a bit put away, just like you. But she said it’s her treat … as thanks for seeking her out in the Ham Shank.’
Later that week, Blackie found the right time to talk to Patrick. He asked his uncle if it was all right for him to go to Harrogate on Saturday.
‘You’re going with Sarah, correct?’
‘She has to work Saturday morning, but she’ll be there, yes.’
‘Is this an overnight trip?’
‘I think so, Uncle Pat.’
His uncle frowned and paused for a moment. ‘Then take some money from your savings and stay at a bed-and-breakfast place. More suitable, I think. More discreet. And be careful. Watch your step and keep your eyes peeled.’
‘I will, Uncle Pat, I swear on the heads of the Blessed Saints, I will.’