Chapters (59)
- Cover
- ABOUT THE BOOK
- Dedication
- PREFACE
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FORTY
- CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FIFTY
- ENDING
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
- AUTHOR’S NOTE
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- Also by Val Wood
‘No, come in, please,’ Tannerson said. ‘Take a seat. You are looking rather better than when I last saw you.’
‘I‘m feeling much better, thank you, sir.’ She sat down on the chair and smiled up at Filip, who had got to his feet. He bent towards her and kissed her cheek.
‘I don’t wish to break up a meeting, Mr Tannerson,’ she said. ‘But I was wondering if there had been any developments since we last spoke.’
‘I intended to visit you later today, Mrs Randell,’ Tannerson told her. ‘But let me conclude my business with Mr Bosco.’ He turned to Filip. ‘I like to think this should work to the benefit of both of us. Shall we have another meeting, say the day after tomorrow, to sort out the paperwork?’ He looked down at the open diary on his desk. ‘Ten o’clock?’
‘Excellent!’ Filip said, and Ellen was sure she heard a suppressed exhilaration in his voice. He turned to Ellen. ‘I will wait for you outside, Ellen, and walk home with you.’
She thanked him and said the children were in the yard with her sister. Filip turned again to Tannerson and, putting his hand to his chest, said ‘Thank you, sir,’ before he left.
‘A reliable sort of fellow, would you say, Mrs Randell?’ Tannerson asked her. ‘I understand you know him and his wife quite well.’
‘I do, sir,’ Ellen said. ‘We’ve become firm friends, out of adversity I suppose we could say, in spite of ’short time we’ve known each other. We were all in need of friendship.’
He nodded. ‘Well said.’ He cleared his throat. ‘You are, I’m sure, worried about your husband’s future prospects?’
She nodded nervously.
‘And I’m waiting for insurance details to come through and my lawyer to sort out the compensation and everyone seems to be taking their time; although,’ he added thoughtfully, ‘I must admit there’s a great deal to consider, as everyone agrees that the mill needs completely rebuilding and all the machinery has to be replaced.’
Ellen drew in a deep breath. It sounded as though a lot of work had to be done before the mill could begin to operate again. Whatever would they do for money until then? She would definitely have to find work, and they could say goodbye to the possibility of the small house that Dr Lucan had mentioned. She swallowed hard, but couldn’t prevent tears from trickling down her cheeks.
‘You’re upset, Mrs Randell?’ Tannerson gave a little frown. ‘Is it something I’ve said? I told you that your husband will have work again; you have my promise on that.’