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‘it’s just that i work for the angelfield family；“ i explained。 ”i’m writing about their childhood here。 and when i was showing your employer some photos of the house i got the impression she recognized him。“
“she can’t have。 unless…”
she reached for the photograph and looked at it again； then called to her son in the next room。 “tom？ tom； bring that picture from the mantelpiece； will you？ the one in the silver frame。”
tom came in； carrying a photograph； his sister behind him。
‘look；“ karen said to him； ”the lady has got a photograph of you。“
a smile of delighted surprise crept onto his face when he saw himself。 “can i keep it？”
‘yes；“ i said。
‘show margaret the one of your granddad。“
he came around to my side of the table and held the framed picture out to me； shyly。
it was an old photograph of a very young man。 barely more than a boy。 eighteen； perhaps； maybe younger。 he was standing by a bench with clipped yew trees in the background。 i recognized the setting instantly： the topiary garden。 the boy had taken off his cap； was holding it in his hand； and in my mind’s eye i saw the movement he had made； sweeping his cap off with one hand； and wiping his forehead against the forearm of the other。 he was tilting his head back slightly。 trying not to squint in the sun； and succeeding almost。 his shirtsleeves were rolled up above the elbow； and the top button of his shirt was open； but the creases in his trousers were neatly pressed； and he had cleaned his heavy garden boots for the photo。
‘was he working there when they had the fire？“
karen put the mugs of cocoa on the table and the children came and sat to drink it。 “i think he might have gone into the army by then。 he was away from angelfield for a long time。 nearly fifteen years。”
i looked closely through the grainy age of the picture to the boy’s face； struck by the similarity with his grandson。 he looked nice。
‘you know； he never spoke much about his early days。 he was a reticent man。 but there are things i wish i knew。 like why he married so late。 he was in his late forties when he married my mother。 i can’t help thinking there must have been something in his past—a heartbreak； perhaps？ but you don’t think to ask those questions when you’re a child； and by the time i’d grown up…“ she shrugged sadly。 ”he was a lovely man to have as a father。 patient。 kind。 he’d always help me with anything。 and yet now i’m an adult； i sometimes have the feeling i never really knew him。“
there was another detail in the photograph that caught my eye。
‘what’s this？“ i asked。
she leaned to look。 “it’s a bag。 for carrying game。 pheasants mainly。 you can open it flat on the ground to lay them in； and then you fasten it up around them。 i don’t know why it’s in the picture。 he was never a gamekeeper； i’m sure。”
‘he used to bring the twins a rabbit or a pheasant when they wanted one；“ i said and she looked pleased to have this fragment of her father’s early life restored to her。
i thought of aurelius and his inheritance。 the bag he’d been carried in was a game bag。 of course there was a feather in it—it was used for carrying pheasants。 and i thought of the scrap of paper。 “something like an a at the beginning；” i remembered aurelius saying as he held the blur of blue up to the window。 “and then an s。 just here； toward the end。 of course； it’s faded a bit； over the years； you have to look hard； but you can see it； can’t you？” i hadn’t been able to see it； but perhaps he really had。 what if it was not his own name on the scrap of paper； but his father’s？ ambrose。
from karen’s house i got a taxi to the solicitor’s office in banbury。 i knew the address from the correspondence i had exchanged with him relating to hester； now it was hester again who took me to him。
the receptionist did not want to disturb mr。 lomax when she learned i didn’t have an appointment。 “it is christmas eve； you know。”
but i insisted。 “tell him it’s margaret lea； regarding angelfield house and miss march。”
with an air that said it will make no difference； she took the message into the office； when she came out it was to tell me； rather reluctantly； to go straight in。
the young mr。 lomax was not very young at all。 he was probably about the age the old mr。 lomax was when the twins turned up at his office wanting money for john…the…dig’s funeral。 he shook my hand； a curious gleam in his eye； a half…smile on his lips； and i understood that to him we were conspirators。 for years he had been the only person to know the other identity of his client miss march； he had inherited the secret from his father along with the cherry desk； the filing cabinets and the pictures on the wall。 now； after all the years of secrecy； there came another person who knew what he knew。
‘glad to meet you； miss lea。 what can i do to help？“
‘i’ve e from angelfield。 from the site。 the police are there。 they’ve found a body。“
‘oh。 oh； goodness！“
‘will the police want to speak to miss winter； do you suppose？“
at my mention of the name； his eyes flickered discreetly to the door； checking that we could not be overheard。
‘they would want to speak to the owner of the property as a matter of routine。“
‘i thought so。“ i hurried on。 ”the thing is； not only is she ill— i suppose you know that？“
he nodded。
‘—but also； her sister is dying。“
he nodded； gravely； and did not interrupt。
‘it would be better； given her fragility and the state of her sister’s health； if she did not receive the news about the discovery too abruptly。 she should not hear it from a stranger。 and she should not be alone when the information reaches her。“
‘what do you suggest？“
‘i can go back to yorkshire today。 if i can get to the station in the next hour； i can be there this evening。 the police will have to e through you to contact her； won’t they？“
‘yes。 but i can delay things by a few hours。 enough time for you to get there。 i can also drive you to the station； if you like。“
at that moment the telephone rang。 we exchanged an anxious look as he picked it up。
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