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Chapters (61)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise for Patricia Wilson
  3. Dedication
  4. Epigraph
  5. Prologue
  6. Chapter 1
  7. Chapter 2
  8. Chapter 3
  9. Chapter 4
  10. Chapter 5
  11. Chapter 6
  12. Chapter 7
  13. Chapter 8
  14. Chapter 9
  15. Chapter 10
  16. Chapter 11
  17. Chapter 12
  18. Chapter 13
  19. Chapter 14
  20. Chapter 15
  21. Chapter 16
  22. Chapter 17
  23. Chapter 18
  24. Chapter 19
  25. Chapter 20
  26. Chapter 21
  27. Chapter 22
  28. Chapter 23
  29. Chapter 24
  30. Chapter 25
  31. Chapter 26
  32. Chapter 27
  33. Chapter 28
  34. Chapter 29
  35. Chapter 30
  36. Chapter 31
  37. Chapter 32
  38. Chapter 33
  39. Chapter 34
  40. Chapter 35
  41. Chapter 36
  42. Chapter 37
  43. Chapter 38
  44. Chapter 39
  45. Chapter 40
  46. Chapter 41
  47. Chapter 42
  48. Chapter 43
  49. Chapter 44
  50. Chapter 45
  51. Chapter 46
  52. Chapter 47
  53. Chapter 48
  54. Chapter 49
  55. Chapter 50
  56. Chapter 51
  57. Chapter 52
  58. More from Patricia Wilson
  59. About the Author
  60. Acknowledgements
  61. Author’s Note

In my solitary confinement, time stood still and I had no notion of day or night.

*

I heard the big door at the top of the stairs open and Mrs Cooper’s protesting voice.

‘Eeh, you’re not keeping the poor girl down here? Come on now . . . what if she were your sister, is this how you’d want her treated, lad?’

‘Oh, Mrs Cooper, thank goodness!’

‘Now, now, don’t fret, Miss Gertie. I’ve got all your creature comforts and we’ll soon have you out of here. Your man friend is right behind me, and he’ll be down as soon as I’ve relieved myself of your things.’ She shimmied her shoulders and made a mischievous pout.

‘Man friend? How are my parents, Mrs Cooper?’

‘Your mother is ailing, but not much different. Your father’s much better, miss. The people of Dover have really spoiled him. Everyone in town owes him a kindness, and here comes an opportunity to repay that debt. Folk have taken him special meals, and enough cakes for him to open a bakery. He’ll be here tomorrow, once I’ve ironed him a fresh shirt and collar.’ Mrs Cooper fussed about for ten minutes then bid me goodbye.

*

I heard slow footfalls on the stairs followed by Inspector Glassman’s voice. ‘So here she is, sir. I’m afraid we had no choice but to lock her up.’

Corporal Perkins appeared in full uniform, but not wearing his prosthesis. His trouser leg was pinned up, and he supported himself with two beautifully varnished crutches. He swept my heart away as he appeared on the other side of my barred doorway.

‘Oh, poor Gertie!’ He turned to Glassman. ‘Aren’t you going to let me in there?’

‘I’m not sure the doctor would approve, sir.’

‘Inspector, I’m a Corporal in the British army. Miss Gertie and I were both on the Britannic on the day she sank. I lost my leg in this war while fighting for you and my country. Also, I’m a close friend of the family. In fact, I was there for tea only last week.’

Glassman looked unsure for a second, then addressed me. ‘What do you say, miss? Shall I let him in for half an hour?’

‘Inspector Glassman, I assure you that Corporal Perkins is a soldier and a gentleman. I will be perfectly safe left alone in his company.’

‘If you’re certain, miss. I’ll leave the door at the top of the stairs open, so just call out at any time and I will hear you. However, this does mean I will have to lock the Corporal in too.’

‘Perfectly fine,’ I assured him. Johnathan Perkins stood behind the inspector and wiggled his eyebrows in a comical manner and I struggled not to laugh. Oh, what joy, to have some company!

‘Thank you so much for coming, Johnathan.’