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Chapters (57)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Chapter One
  4. Chapter Two
  5. Chapter Three
  6. Chapter Four
  7. Chapter Five
  8. Chapter Six
  9. Chapter Seven
  10. Chapter Eight
  11. Chapter Nine
  12. Chapter Ten
  13. Chapter Eleven
  14. Chapter Twelve
  15. Chapter Thirteen
  16. Chapter Fourteen
  17. Chapter Fifteen
  18. Chapter Sixteen
  19. Chapter Seventeen
  20. Chapter Eighteen
  21. Chapter Nineteen
  22. Chapter Twenty
  23. Chapter Twenty-One
  24. Chapter Twenty-Two
  25. Chapter Twenty-Three
  26. Chapter Twenty-Four
  27. Chapter Twenty-Five
  28. Chapter Twenty-Six
  29. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  30. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  31. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  32. Chapter Thirty
  33. Chapter Thirty-One
  34. Chapter Thirty-Two
  35. Chapter Thirty-Three
  36. Chapter Thirty-Four
  37. Chapter Thirty-Five
  38. Chapter Thirty-Six
  39. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  40. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  41. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  42. Chapter Forty
  43. Chapter Forty-One
  44. Chapter Forty-Two
  45. Chapter Forty-Three
  46. Chapter Forty-Four
  47. Acknowledgements
  48. About the Authors
  49. Also by Rosie Goodwin
  50. Welcome to the world of Rosie Goodwin!
  51. Letter from Author
  52. Meat and Potato Pie
  53. The Precious Stones series
  54. The Days of the Week Collection
  55. Mothering Sunday
  56. Victorian Tales from Memory Lane
  57. Memory Lane Club

‘But they can’t do that! He was only protecting me and he’s injured! His leg . . .’

‘Don’t worry, the doctor can look out for him just as well there as he could if he were ’ere,’ Mrs Jennings told her with a sad shake of her head.

‘Are you ready to tell me exactly what happened now, Mrs Greenwood?’ the police constable asked as he stepped forward with his notebook and pen to the ready, and slowly, with tears streaming down her face, Amber told him all she could, although she could see by the look on his face that he didn’t believe a word she was saying. ‘But I’m telling you, Barnaby didn’t stab him!’ she ended with a sob as May Jennings put her arm about her.

The policeman nodded as he shut his notebook and put it away in his pocket. ‘Thank you, Mrs Greenwood, we may wish to speak to you again to make a formal statement but for now I’ll say goodnight.’ And with a solemn nod, he quietly let himself out.

‘I reckon it’d be better if I stayed ’ere tonight, Bill,’ Amber heard Mrs Jennings say. ‘This poor lass is in shock an’ she’s a little ’un to care for. Can you manage on your own?’

Feeling like she was in the grip of a nightmare, Amber barely noticed him leave. ‘But why have they taken Barnaby to the station?’ Amber cried in anguish.

Mrs Jennings cleared her throat. ‘He’s been charged wi’ murder, lass. May God ’elp ’im!’

And on that solemn note the doctor stepped forward to stitch the gash in Amber’s face.

Chapter Forty-Two

Chapter Forty-Two

All through the night Amber lay staring at the shadows as they danced across the ceiling, but no matter how hard she tried, sleep evaded her so eventually she got up, crept downstairs and lit the oil lamp. Mrs Jennings was fast asleep in Barnaby’s room and luckily Charlotte hadn’t stirred so after making herself a strong cup of tea, Amber carried it to the back door and with a shawl about her shoulders she sat in her long cotton nightgown and watched the sun rise. A thick mist lay across the grass and as she stared sightlessly out to sea, she felt sick with fear. What would happen if the police didn’t believe what she had told them? She knew that Barnaby hadn’t stabbed Bertie but who would believe her? They clearly wanted to believe the worst of him and if she couldn’t prove that he was innocent she was all too aware of what would happen. He would hang. She shuddered at the thought and a tear slid down her cheek making the newly stitched wound smart.