Farriers' Lane - Anne Perry [174]
“Yes sir, it were,” Joe answered dutifully.
“Are you sure?”
“Oh, yessir. An’ ’e knew it too. It were plain in ’is face, an’ ’e followed us. Came after us more’n a couple o’ miles, ’e did. Reckon as if ’e’d caught us we’d ‘a’ bin nailed ter some stable door too.” He shuddered at the thought, as if a bitter cold had struck him even in the warm kitchen.
Charlotte opened her mouth to say something, but instead told Gracie to take off her wet boots and put them in front of the grate. Then she went to put the kettle to the front of the stove and got some bread and butter and jam.
“And you will swear to it now?” Pitt pressed.
Joe glanced at Gracie. “Yeah—if I ’ave ter.”
“Good.” Pitt turned to Gracie. “You have been very clever, and very brave,” he said solemnly.
She flushed with pleasure, her frozen feet tingling.
“You have done an excellent piece of detective work,” he added.
She stood if possible even straighter, staring up at him.
“And you have also lied to Mrs. Pitt as to where you were going and why, put your life in danger, not to mention Joe’s life, and very possibly given yourself pneumonia. And if you ever do it again I shall discipline you to within an inch of your life. Do you understand me, Gracie?”
But he had not said the one thing she really feared—that she would be dismissed. He had very carefully not said that.
“Yes sir,” she said with an attempt at meekness which failed utterly. “Thank you, sir. An’ I won’t do it again, sir.”
He grunted doubtfully.
The kettle started to whistle and Charlotte made the tea and brought it to the kitchen table along with the bread and jam.
Joe ate almost before it was on his plate, and Gracie sat holding her steaming mug in her cold fingers, its warmth aching through her as life came back to her hands. She smiled across at Joe, and he smiled back for a moment before looking away.
“I had better find some dry clothes for you.” Charlotte looked dubiously at Joe. “Although I don’t know where from. And you will go to your bed,” she said to Gracie. “I’ll tell you when you can get up again.”
“Yes ma’am.”
Pitt sat on the edge of the table.
“Will you go an’ arrest ’im, sir?” Gracie asked.
“Of course.”
“In the morning?”
“No,” Pitt replied with distaste, hunching his shoulders and standing down off the table. “Now, before he takes alarm and runs off.”
“You’re not going alone!” Charlotte’s voice was sharp with fear.
“No, of course not,” he assured her. “But don’t wait up for me.” He kissed her quickly, bade good-night to Gracie and Joe, and went out of the kitchen door and along the hallway to collect his coat, hat and scarf.
It was the best part of an hour before Pitt and two constables took a hansom to Markham Square. It was late, bitterly cold, with a steady drizzle soaking everything, glistening on the footpaths and making hazy swirls of rain around the street lamps. Wet leaves clogged the gutters on the more gracious avenues and only a stray carriage disturbed the silence. Curtains were drawn and light escaped in a few thin cracks.
Pitt lifted the heavy knocker on the door. One constable stood by the areaway steps, just in case Harrimore should choose to come out that way and attempt to escape. The other was posted at the mews entrance.
After a considerable time a footman opened the door and regarded Pitt’s looming shape suspiciously.
“Yes sir?”
“Good evening. My name is Pitt, from the metropolitan police. I require to speak to Mr. Prosper Harrimore.”
“I’m sorry sir, but Mr. ’Arrimore has retired for the night. You’ll ’ave to come back in the morning.” He made as if to close the door again.
Pitt stepped forward, to the man’s alarm.
“That won’t do.”
“It’ll ’ave to do, sir! I told you, Mr. ’Arrimore ’as retired!”
“I have two constables with me,” Pitt said grimly. “Don’t oblige me to make a scene in the street.”
The door swung wide and the footman retreated, his face pale. Pitt followed him into the hall, beckoning to the constable by the area steps to follow him.
“You had better waken Mr. Harrimore and ask him to come downstairs,” he said quietly. “Constable,