Damp Legacy: Part Two – ‘Fruition’

By Trevor Sproston

Continuing from where Volume One leaves off, Damp Legacy Part Two FRUITION takes up the mining communities story as it comes to terms with the tragic events and looks towards a brighter future. Life must go on; their strength of human spirit enables them to surmount all obstacles. FRUITION leaves behind the melancholy. At the coalmine, unscrupulous men descend upon the scene to take advantage of the situation, by so doing they incur the interest of covert government officials, a secretive organisation and of a high-ranking influential Knight of the Realm with a score to settle. Mentored by the feisty Antoinette a nave,innocent girl blossoms into womanhood, whilst Henry moves a step closer to his hearts desire, and his former partners mistress learns she is still protected from beyond the grave.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
• Release date: Oct 12, 2012
• ISBN: 9781477235522

Trevor Sproston

Trevor Sproston, born Alsagers Bank, Stoke-on-Trent, Staffordshire, 29th February 1944. Fundamental education at the local village schools, and like so many of his generation and class, he was obliged to forego education as soon as it was legal and find employment in order to aid the family purse. However, in later life, he was able to further his education by attending college part time. During this period, in addition to the basics, he was also able to hone his skills and indulge his passion for music. Trevor has three daughters from his marriage, all of whom have now left the family home, allowing him time to concentrate on his other obsession, writing. His early career as one would imagine was varied, culminating in music teacher, musical director, and elected representative in local government. He strongly believes there is no finer education than that of observation and reflection in the “school of life,” much of which finds its way into his writing.

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Contents

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 Twenty

In another twelve or so hours it will be one week since the Fire Damp blast at Tilly Pit, that undesirable occurrence which, one way or another changed the destiny of so many, not least of these was Zack Morgan, a young man upon whom fortune had recently smiled, nevertheless, a man with secrets to hide. In a gossipy community such as this, it was not the easiest of tasks at the best of times keeping anything from the public eye, even without the added complications to which he had been subjected this evening by the arrival of Henry Cotes’s daughter upon the scene.

Due to such an unexpected encounter with Antoinette Cotes, Zack Morgan had been ill at ease all evening, his mind proved far too troubled in Antoinette’s presence for anything resembling relaxation. From the moment he kissed Florence goodnight and began his walk back to Hawthorn Cottage, he tried to recall the events of the evening as they had transpired, churning over and over every little detail he could remember, any suspect remark Antoinette made, and trying to account for every quizzical look she aimed in his direction. Consequently, when he did eventually reach his bed, his brain refused to turn off denying him any proper rest, from time to time he did manage to doze off for a few minutes, but that had been his limit, and by six o’clock, he had given up trying to sleep, dressed and gone downstairs again.

Lydia came down around a quarter to seven to find Zack already preparing their breakfast.

This is getting to be a habit Zack, you up already and cooking breakfast, is something wrong, you don’t look too bright this morning?

Couldn’t sleep, Zack grunted.

I expect it will be your excitement over the engagement, wouldn’t you think?

Partly.

Lydia, eager for news continued to quiz her son, Well, did you order a new suit for yourself and buy Florence a nice ring?

Yeah.

Lydia waited, but Zack failed to elaborate, his silence began to annoy her, Is that it, ‘Yeah,’ and here I was thinking about you all day yesterday, I expected you would be late home that’s why I didn’t wait up. Even so, I thought you would be full of the joys of spring this morning, anxious to tell me all about everything that happened yesterday, and all you can say is Yeah, what the blazes is going on with you?

Moving back to the farm today, Zack mumbled.

Lydia snapped, OK, that’s it, she pointed to a chair at the table and ordered, Sit!

Sheepishly, Zack obeyed, whenever Lydia applied that tone of voice he knew he had no alternative but to obey, but the sharpness of her tongue served to clear his head a little.

Lydia proceeded to scold him sternly, I don’t think that is a good idea at all, you may be engaged to be married, and even bought Florence a ring, but in my book that still does not give you a licence to practice.

Practice what? mumbled the drowsy Zack.

Lydia almost roared at him, What else, hanky-panky, it’s taken years for George Oldfield to accept you as a future son-in-law, don’t go messing everything up again now by moving in with her and getting up to tricks you shouldn’t, in fact I’m very surprised at young Florence agreeing to that kind of arrangement, let alone her parents.

Zack was now fully awake, he smiled submissively, Now then, aren’t you a fine one to talk about things like that.

Lydia, her face full of rage approached her son, but almost immediately she realised he was taunting her, her mood softened, she began to laugh as she said, I asked for that didn’t I?

Yes you did, replied Zack, Anyway, the matter is academic, Florence won’t be there, and because she will be away it was her father who suggested I move back down the farm for a few days to be on hand to help him out, it takes too much time walking backwards and forwards from here every day.

Oh, I see, that’s all right then if her father has asked you, wait a minute, what do you mean Florence won’t be there, where will she be?

Zack pleaded, Shall we start this topic of conversation again mother now I’m a bit more with it?

I think we had better, agreed his mother, Oops, the bacon is getting too crisp, you sit there and tell me what is going on and I’ll finish this off.

Very well, for starters, you asked about a new suit, well I did as you told me; I ordered a good quality one to get married in, and a cheap one as well for knocking about. Second, we did find a ring that Florence fell in love with; it has a sapphire in the centre with little diamonds around the outside, dreadfully expensive but she is worth it. You were the one who insisted I must buy something special with the money you gave me and so that’s the one she has, we chose the ring first, and then the suits, but I only left a deposit on those so most of the money I had left, I put into a bank.

Good, I shall look forward to seeing the ring but if Florence won’t be at home, where is she going?

I was coming to that, it seems while we were in town yesterday morning there were visitors at the farm, Henry Cotes and Miss Antoinette would you believe, after spending a few hours at Highfield with her aunt, Miss Antoinette came back to the farm again in the afternoon.

Lydia seemed surprised at this news, I heard Antoinette was back in this country, but why would she be at the farm, Henry, I can understand seeing as he is the temporary landlord, but not his daughter.

Now you have it mother, Toni being at the farm is the reason I have not slept, we both know what she can be like, it kept me awake trying to figure out what she is up to this time.

Toni? Lydia repeated.

Yes Toni, which is what Miss Antoinette Cotes insists on being called nowadays. The reason she gave for calling back there was to see those pit ponies, seems her father told her Flo is looking after them for him, and now Henry Cotes is giving Flo a horse of her own as a reward for doing it, he has asked Toni to teach her how to ride. But I reckon there is something else to it, that can’t be the real reason the likes of Antoinette Cotes would call at the farm, farmers like George and Edith Oldfield aren’t her sort of people.

Thoughtfully, Lydia replied, I see, but it could be something of nothing, I’ve told you many times how Miss Antoinette feels concerning horses and riding, if she has any weakness at all that will be it, what makes you think there is something more to it?

Lots of little things mother.

For instance? queried Lydia.

You won’t like this mother, when she called back again I was out in the farm yard with Flo’s father. Florence had shown her the pit ponies, and as they came out of the stable, Toni must have caught sight of me across the yard, it was going dark by then and according to Flo it seems Toni mistook me for her cousin, Mr Charles.

Anything else?

Nothing big, but she was watching me all through dinner and she kept making sneaky little comments, Flo is off this morning to stay with her over the weekend, and perhaps into next week as well, she made me uncomfortable in her company, I suspect Toni has an idea who my father was.

Lydia sat in quiet contemplation for a few minutes, You are right Zack, I don’t like it. I very much doubt if her father will have said anything to her about you, but Antoinette was always a sharp little madam. Now you are getting older, even I have noticed you are looking more like your father everyday. When you are in your work clothes the resemblance is not so noticeable, but yesterday you had your best on, my guess would be that you are right she has figured out who you are, but without definite proof she is not the sort to make any trouble for you. Come to think of it, the way young Mr Charles always treated her as a girl, and the way I’m pretty sure she feels about him because of it, you may find her to be an ally, not an adversary.

You don’t think she is overly fond of our new squire then mother?

No, not at all, she always struck me as someone who would not tolerate fools gladly, and your half brother is certainly one of the biggest fools I have ever come across. When I was called to lunch with Anne Heath at the hall, she made a point of telling me how Antoinette has matured while she was away, by all accounts she is now skilled in all the feminine arts, poor Anne, her aspirations for a marriage of cousins has to be a none starter.

Toni made a comment along those lines last night, she has no interest in marrying, well not yet anyway, she said she enjoys the attention men pay her but she is not ready to settle down.

You had me worried there Zack; for a minute I thought you were implying she had turned out like her aunt.

How do you mean?

Lydia chose not to explain and said, Oh never mind, it’s none of our business anyway.

You’ve made a remark like that before, why can’t you tell me what you mean?

Best you don’t know, that sort of thing isn’t natural, you just concern yourself with your new job down the farm and that wonderful girl you have for your future bride.

Can’t argue with that mother, I’d best be getting off soon, unless you would like me to feed our birds before I go?

Not much point in that lad, I shall be on my own soon enough. You never know, I might even decide to take up Anne Heath’s offer.

Zack smirked, I could see you giving up the fowl, but a companion to the lady of the manor, now that I can’t see.

Lydia’s face held a mischievous grin, I was kidding Zack, just kidding, if I am able I will run the house for her this spring when her friends arrive, I’m guessing that is her prime concern, but after that I rather think things may take a turn for the better for me and I will be otherwise occupied.

Florence Oldfield and her father, having finished the milking by half past eight, each rolled a full churn of milk to George’s old car by tilting, and rotating by the lid.

Better be getting yourself ready now lass if Miss Cotes is picking you up at nine o’clock, George advised, And your mother has some pocket money for you to take with you.

Thanks dad, but I don’t think I will need any, Zack gave me fifteen pounds last night to take with me.

The Hell he did, where’s he getting his money from, bought you that fancy ring and give you fifteen quid as well, bit rich for a labourer that is.

I never thought to ask dad, but he has always been a saver, very careful with his money.

Aye, maybe, anyway, take the money your mother has for you, spend as much of it as you need, for the want of a few pounds in your purse I’ll not have you embarrassed in front of your new friend.

Will you be alright while I’m away father, what time are those lads supposed to be getting here?

Zack said about nine o’clock, and he will be here any minute himself so he can show them what’s needed doing while I’m out with the milk, go get yourself ready lass, you can stay as long as you like, but just make sure you don’t outstay your welcome, and don’t worry we will manage here.

Florence smiled and went into the house.

Are you all packed and ready love? her mother asked as she entered.

I am mother, not much to pack really; I don’t have that much, do I?

No child, you don’t, but here, take this money with you in case you need it, Edith gave her eight pounds ten shillings, which Florence reluctantly accepted.

Henry Cotes’s green Silver Ghost pulled up outside Tilly Pit at eight forty five, Robert Davies climbed out to inquire of the gatekeeper if he was on the right cart track for Valley Farm, turning back to the Rolls he found Eric Wiseman and Bob Broad peering through the car windows.

Don’t see many of these in these parts Mister, Eric said as the pair jumped back from the machine, We weren’t doing no harm Mister, just being nosey like.

Davies smiled at them, "I’m sure you weren’t lads, you’re alright, I have to take this motor up this lane here to pick some young lady up from a place called Valley Farm, but I can’t say I like the look of yon cart track.

That’s where we’re going Mister, Bob chirped up, Zack Morgan told us there might be work up there, we haven’t worked since this pit blew up last Saturday, we need a job of some sort and we’re none too keen on going underground again.

Laughing, Robert replied, That I can believe lads, the gatekeeper says the farm’s a mile or so up this track.

Aye, that’s right boss, bout a mile and a bit, Eric agreed, Might see you up there then.

Robert climbed back behind the steering wheel, If we are all going to the same place, you can ride up if you like, hop in.

Neither lad needed to be told twice, they were inside the Rolls in an instant.

The milk churns safely strapped onto the back of his car, George was ready to leave on his rounds as Robert Davies gingerly turned the Rolls into the farmyard, at the same time; Zack, who had taken the shorter route through the fields arrived and appeared between two farm buildings.

Glad you made it before I left, George called to Zack, When yon lads arrive, set them to work in the cow shed will you, I’m late this morning so I’ll see them when I get back.

Will do, replied Zack, but before he could say anything else, George pointed to the Rolls as it came to a halt, and shouted in astonishment.

Bloody hell; don’t tell me that’s them.

The two lads, now out of the car came over to Zack and George.

Zack tried to introduce them, Mr Oldfield, this is Bob Broad and Eric Wiseman, the lads from the pit you are expecting.

Aye, right enough, like I said I’m late out this morning, and addressing the boys George added, Zack here will show you what needs doing; I’ll speak to you when I get back.

Ignoring the Rolls-Royce and its driver in his yard, George clambered into his old Ford and trundled out through the gate to begin his milk round.

Robert Davies, although a little mystified by the occurrence he witnessed, joined Zack and the two boys, addressing Zack he said.

Excuse me sir, if this is Valley Farm I am to collect a Miss Oldfield this morning.

Zack grinned at being addressed as ‘sir,’ It is, and you are expected, Bob, Eric, have a wander around the yard will you while I see to this gentleman?

Right you are Zack, Eric replied, and the boys went to explore their surroundings.

Florence will be in the house Mr,—sorry, I don’t know your name, Zack said as he began to lead the chauffeur to the farmhouse.

Davies sir, Robert Davies.

There’s no need for the sir, I just work here, well that is I do from today, the name’s Zack.

Oh, fair enough, folks call me Davies, or Taffy, Welsh blood you see, sorry, but for a moment I mistook you for someone else who would demand that consideration, and Miss Oldfield is?

My fiancé, replied Zack with pride.

Florence opened the door as the two men walked up the garden path.

Flo, my dear this is,—

Robert Davies Ma-am, the chauffeur interrupted, I am to convey Miss Antoinette’s apologies, she would have come herself, but it seems she has things to do to prepare for your arrival.

Thank you Mr Davies, I am ready, replied Florence.

The chauffeur took Florence’s small case to the Rolls, and waited with the car’s door open whilst Florence put on her best winter coat and said farewell to her fiancé.

Make every effort to enjoy yourself Flo, don’t let them make you feel inadequate, we may not be as rich but you’re just as good as the people you are to mix with this weekend, Zack reassured her.

I wouldn’t go so far as to say that Zack, but Toni is very nice, I’m sure she will look after me.

"I still don’t understand why she invited you, but something mother said this morning makes me think perhaps you are right, only time will tell.

Zack stood in the centre of the yard watching as the Rolls drove through the gateway, Bob and Eric joined him.

See there are a few ponies here Zack, are they from the pit? Eric asked.

They are, Zack replied, I shall be looking after those, come on you two; I’ll show you what else needs doing.

Toni Cotes had been keeping her eye on the driveway to their manor for a quarter of an hour, she rushed out as the Rolls pulled into the courtyard just before ten o’clock, hugged and greeted Florence as an old friend whom she had not seen for a long time, even though it was only last night they were together.

Relieving Davies of Florence’s case, Toni winked at her and said, Travelling light are you Flo?

Florence smiled, unsure if she should say something to the effect the contents of her case was all she possessed, before she could, Toni ushered her into the house.

That was for Taffy’s benefit, she said, Now how long can you stay?

Dad said he could manage a while without me, but I am not to outstay my welcome.

Great, glad to hear that Flo, now, I have put you in the room next to mine, I have cleared out one of the wardrobes and a chest of drawers for your things.

Florence repeated, One of the wardrobes? at home she had a rail behind a curtain on which to hang her clothes.

Yes, I think there will be more than enough room judging by the weight of this case, your room has a connecting door to mine. I usually use that room as an overspill, a girl can never have too much space for her bibs and bobs, the rest of the furniture in there has some of my own clothed in them.

Florence’s eyes widened, her room at home contained her work clothes, summer and winter best, but little else.

I’m afraid I am rather naughty when it comes to buying clothes, especially if dad is paying for them. Size wise I tend to duplicate everything I buy; sometimes it pays to wear clothes tight and slinky, and sometimes a girl just wants to feel free and comfortable.

The younger girl replied in bewilderment, Toni, I haven’t the faintest idea what you are talking about.

Toni burst into laughter, No, I don’t expect you have, but you will Flo, you will, come on, let me show you to your room before anyone else appears and requires an introduction.

Upstairs, Toni opened the door to a room bigger than the farmhouse kitchen at Valley Farm, lavishly decorated and furnished. Florence looked around the room in amazement.

Without thinking she muttered, Is all this for me?

Of course it is, you didn’t think you would have to share did you?

Wouldn’t be the first time, Flo admitted, But it will be the first time I have ever slept in a room such as this.

But not the last I suspect, now, I wasn’t sure if you would want to try Indy as soon as you arrived, but just in case on the bed here there is a selection of riding clothes, take your pick.

Florence’s initial apprehension at her surroundings fading, she examined the array of clothing on the bed.

What’s this, she asked picking up a conventional riding habit.

That my girl is the only garment in here that has been worn before, it is for those who wish to be stuffy, old fashioned and ride side-saddle, I don’t any more, Toni said with a certain amount of scorn in her voice. That outfit has breeches inside under that long skirt but they are never seen when you are riding, and that skirt can be a pain, keeps getting in the way and restricts control of the horse, I prefer this kind of thing myself.

In one hand, Toni lifted a pair of jodhpurs, and in the other a pair of Levis, one, of a dozen pairs, which, along with her new saddles and other trappings she had shipped from America.

Trousers, gasped Florence, You wear trousers, I would never dare wear anything like that, my mother and father would go mad, they’d lock me up or something, send me to bed without any supper for sure, girls don’t wear trousers.

Toni dropped to the bed creased with laughter, Flo my dear, what a sheltered little life you must have led until now, I assure you, women do wear trousers if the need arises. I wear them most of the time when I am at home, but I put on a dress this morning because I knew I had a guest arriving, I shall change before I show you around the grounds.

Into trousers? Florence was aghast.

Of course, but if it would embarrass you I will not press you to do the same, you are away from home for the first time, wear whatever you wish and feel comfortable in.

Florence glanced at her little suitcase, there was not much in it and she already had her best dress on, the empty wardrobe was open, and there were three more in the room.

May I look at some of your clothes Toni? she said indicating towards the closed cabinets.

Of course you can, the things in this room have never been worn, I bought them, but now I’m not sure I like them, have a look by all means and settle in while I go and rustle up some tea for us.

As Toni left the room she smiled, Florence was taking the bait.

Toni had been up very early, wading through her wardrobes and drawers, choosing from the outfits she rarely if ever wore for anything that might appeal to her guest, and planting them in Florence’s room; in addition, she included duplicate items of her favourite stylish clothing. She took her time before returning allowing her guest to investigate thoroughly, and rather than allowing a servant to do so, she carried the tea tray to the bedroom herself.

By the time she returned, Florence had unpacked and put away her few belongings, now, she was enjoying herself holding Toni’s selection of clothes to her body and admiring them in the mirror.

Tea Flo, Toni called as she entered the room.

Thanks Toni, you have really beautiful clothes, not very practical for farm work, and some of the dresses are really short, Dad would never allow me to wear anything like that, but they are all so very elegant. I hope you don’t mind, but I took a little peep into the drawers as well, some of those under things are a bit cheeky aren’t they.

You don’t have things like that?

Florence blushed and shook her head.

If you’re here for a few days that can be soon remedied; we can go to Chester on Monday and do some shopping, get you kitted out properly.

I shouldn’t really spend money on things like that, as I said; mum and dad would never allow me to wear them.

Flo, Toni said, her tone stern, Never mind about your parents, maybe they need dragging into the twentieth century, but it wasn’t them I was thinking of, you are soon to be married are you not, you should be thinking of how you look to your future husband, not to your parents.

Florence blushed again, and then grinned, I hadn’t thought of that, but yes, it could be fun.

Precisely, and you have just used a word I love, fun is what you are here to have. Come to think of it, we are practically the same size, if there is anything in here that takes your fancy, feel free to wear it, and before you give me that guff about your parents not liking it, they are not here, they will never know.

Florence giggled, I wouldn’t feel right wearing your clothes Toni, but the things I’ve seen are very beautiful, I have never worn silk or lace, not the usual garb of a farm girl you know.

Stop that Flo, you’re not a farm girl, you will soon be a married woman, have some fun while you can, if you are not sure which item goes with which, I can help you.

For a few moments Flo was silent, Zack had told her to make every effort to enjoy herself, so why not.

Eventually she responded giggling mischievously, Why not? I will never get another chance, if you’re sure you don’t mind Toni, I’ll give it a go.

Smirking, Toni asked, Even Trousers?

Florence winced at this suggestion, and then laughed as she said, Yes, even trousers.

That’s my girl Flo, let’s have some fun, stables first I think, you’ll no doubt be impatient to see the mare dad is giving to you.

I am looking forward to it, yes.

Fair enough, I’ll just pop to my room and change into something more practical, are you staying as you are, or do you want to change your clothes?

Florence looked quizzically at Toni, That’s a challenge isn’t it, you’re testing me.

Only if you want to Flo, it isn’t compulsory, whatever you have with you, or something of mine if you prefer. I really must stop buying so many clothes, I doubt if I have worn more than a quarter of the things I own, but if something takes my fancy I buy it, or more to the point, charge it and give dad the bill to settle.

Florence glanced in the direction of the wardrobe in which she had placed her few meagre belongings, and she remembered Zack’s words, ‘money is no object to your new found friend,’ suddenly she realised what he meant, her expression became serious and her eyes held an icy stare.

Toni, a short while ago you told me I had led a very sheltered life, you on the other hand have been very fortunate, everything you wanted has come easily to you, material things, an education far outreaching my own, travelled to other countries, why then have you invited me, a simple farm girl here to visit?

Toni was momentarily shaken; she sat in the chair by the dressing table and smiled reassuringly at her new friend.

Ah, intuition as well as beauty I see Flo, actually, in the asking of it you have answered your own question, your comment, though cutting is nevertheless true. I am, or, as I like to think now, I was, a spoilt rich brat, valuing nothing, able to get everything I desired just by asking my father. To a certain extent I still do coax presents out of him, pops loves me to tease him and persuade him to buy me things; it keeps him feeling useful I think, you will see for yourself how generous he can be, spending money on those people he likes gives him a great deal of pleasure. You referred to our different backgrounds and lifestyles, meaning I presume the way you have to work long hours on your father’s farm, and you quite naturally believe I do nothing except enjoy a life of leisure.

Florence sat on the corner of the bed, nodded her head and allowed Toni to continue.

I can understand how you would think that, but you would be mistaken, it appears to make you feel more at ease I have to trust you with a secret. I work just as you do, but in a slightly different way, you help your father to run a farm, I have businesses, interests and investments of my own now, which, true I initially started with money pops gave me, but I have built them up myself into something substantial. Nothing near to the size of my father’s fortune, but with good managers in place they practically run themselves providing me with an income independent of my father.

Why should that be a secret?

Because Flo, women with brains are frowned upon by society, pretending to be a dizzy subservient female is much safer, men don’t see you as competition or a threat.

"So you are telling me that everything you do is just an act?

Henry had warned her Florence was proud; she was also highly intuitive, Toni knew she must be careful or all could be lost, her father had set her a task, however, the conditions from whence she had undertaken that task had changed, she was genuinely fond of this girl. She pursed her lips in thought, and dropping her mask of pretence answered.

It has become second nature to me, and I use it for self protection, as do most women in one form or another, but not with you Flo, not with you.

Florence’s cold stare did not waver, but somehow she knew deep down that Toni was speaking the truth, nevertheless, she needed to be sure.

When we met yesterday Toni, you told us all you had come to our farm at your father’s bidding, I am sorry, but I am still finding it hard to believe there isn’t some hidden motive here.

There is, Toni replied without hesitation, Florence’s eyes narrowed.

Toni continued warmly, Let me try to explain that statement, before Thursday night I had no idea you existed, my father told me about you, that you were doing a little job for him and that he had promised to give you the mare as a reward.

He didn’t have to; I was looking after those ponies before he came to the farm.

I am aware of that Flo, but I know my father, the way he spoke of you it was evident to me that you had made a great impression on him, and that he had warmed to you. I admit I could not understand why at the time, but now I think I do, almost as soon as I met you I realised you are probably the most genuine, caring person I have ever met. The way pops talked about you gave me some idea of the person you are, your friend Hannah, and the things she said added to the picture of you I was building up in my mind. When I did finally meet you, I took to you within minutes and I felt a sort of bond developing.

Florence smiled, We did kind of click, once my nervousness passed I felt the same thing, I think.

Flo, all my life I have been surrounded by false people, I flatter myself that, like my father, I am a good judge of character, pops is rarely wrong about people, and he likes you. The fact he has given you an expensive thorough-bred mare leads me to think, possibly, he sees you as something he has always wanted.

Now you have me completely lost, or are you implying his intentions may not be honourable?

Toni smiled and burst into laughter at this suggestion, Lord no Flo, strangely enough, he has always wanted another daughter,—and I would have liked a sister but all I have is two idiot brothers.

I had two brothers, but I would never have called them idiots, mistaken maybe, they joined the army four years ago, being farmers, they didn’t need to, nevertheless, they went off to war insisting they would be home by Christmas, and now they are gone forever.

I know the war took one of your brothers, Hannah told me yesterday.

It took both of them during the same battle, somewhere in France.

Perhaps, as you are the only one left in your family and you have taken on the work of two young men that could possibly have some bearing on why pops has taken to you. Mother has told me she hoped for another daughter, but after the twins were born she never conceived again, she knows how that disappointed pops, she will understand I am sure if pops sees you as possibly filling that role.

Florence remained silent for a moment, trying to understand, No, no Toni, that can’t be right, I’m just a simple farm girl, no, you must be wrong, he would never think of me as family, what makes you think he might?

There you go again, Toni said frantically, You are not just a farm girl, you are the most sincere person I have ever met, and obviously sharp witted with it, when we met I recognised you as a kindred spirit, someone I could trust. What is more, I found your parents are charming, I cannot remember when I have spent a more enjoyable evening than I did last night. I knew there must be some reason pops had taken an interest in you, but it wasn’t until I came home last night and found pops waiting up for me, something he never does, that it occurred to me how he feels towards you, he was waiting to see if we took to each other, I’m sure of it.

Florence took a deep breath, smiled and said, And we did.

We did, are you happier now, do you understand?

Florence nodded, I still find it hard to believe, but yes, I think so.

There is just one thing Flo, I love my dad, people with whom he has business dealings would never believe it, but he is a big softy really. I wouldn’t like to see his feelings hurt, he doesn’t show them very much but they are there just the same, if he tries to give you anything, or buy something for you, please don’t refuse it.

Zack won’t believe this you know, he was suspicious, and he thought it strange for you to invite me here to stay."

I bet he did, there’s something about your Zack I haven’t figured out yet, but he will go far, and so will you.

Is that why you were watching him so closely last night, trying to figure him out, I could tell you made him very uncomfortable you know.

Sorry, I didn’t mean to, and I didn’t think anyone had noticed, but yes it was, I think I may have come up with the answer but I am not sure yet, I will apologize next time I see him if he took offence, now, let’s go and see Indy.

Florence looked at the clothes still laid out on the bed, Toni, you said you were going to change before we went to the stables, what are you thinking of wearing?

Toni giggled, Why, are you feeling brave enough to try the same? she walked to one of the wardrobes, took out a red and black check shirt and a tweed jacket, A pair of jeans like those on the bed, shirt and jacket like these, and a pair of,—oh dear, what size shoes do you take?

Size five, Flo replied.

That’s lucky, same size as me. Toni went through the adjoining door to her own room, and returned with a pair of Texan boots, And a pair of these, these are new, never been worn.

Toni left Florence studying the garments she had reached out and went to her own room to change her clothes, fifteen minutes later Toni tapped on the adjoining door and entered Florence’s room, the two girls were dressed identically, Florence sat rather nervously on the bed.

Do I look all right Toni? she asked.

Good God girl, you hide your light under a bushel, you look absolutely amazing, shall we go?

Florence nodded; shyly she rose to her feet, I am very nervous about meeting the rest of your family Toni, especially dressed like this.

Toni laughed, Don’t be Flo, pops knows about you, but nobody else here does, just be yourself, when you meet the family I shall introduce you as my friend who has come to stay for a few days. With your looks, nobody will take you for anything less than one of our set, providing of course you don’t start curtsying like one of the servants, play the role, relax, carry yourself proud and you will be fine.

As the two girls scurried downstairs on their way to the stables, neither of them noticed Christine Addams, followed by Rebecca Cotes emerging from the breakfast room.

It appears Antoinette’s guest has arrived Becky my dear, and in too much of a hurry for an introduction, but that is young people these days, always rushing around, Christine complained.

That it is, and my daughter is a prime example, and from the glimpse I caught of her friend she appears to be another one of these moderns, the way young women dress nowadays leaves a great deal to be desired.

She is very pretty, and they must be close friends their outfits looked identical, do you know who she is, or where she is from?

I have no idea, Henry knows her family I believe, all I know of her is her name is Florence, Henry told me this morning she would be arriving today and staying a few days. He said something about the girl being interested in the grey mare Antoinette is planning on parting with, I presume they have gone out to the stables, never mind, I expect we shall have the pleasure of meeting the young lady at lunch.

It is nice Antoinette has a young friend staying, it cannot be pleasant not having anyone at home of her own age and with similar interest, but I don’t remember her ever mentioning anyone by the name of Florence, do you?

No, but then, Antoinette has always confided more in Henry than in me, always a wild child, not like the twins.

I know, and with such a pretty young lady in the house, perhaps the boy’s thoughts may turn towards matrimony, it’s time there were grandchildren around, Antoinette it seems is most unwilling to take any interest in finding a husband.

She has always had too much of her own way Christine, monopolising her father, and forever getting anything and everything which took her fancy, if there had been another girl in the family, a younger sister, that would have changed things somewhat.

* * *

Henry Cotes and his chauffeur passed each other on the road travelling in opposite directions, the Rolls carrying Florence to his estate, and Henry on his way to Tilly. There was no urgent need for him to do so and he did not intend to stay there long, this was the weekend, and normally whenever possible he took weekends off from business, however, today the Welshmen were expected to arrive, and so he decided to pay a flying visit to make sure everything was going to plan.

Joseph Shaw and Arthur Cleaver usually alternated working on Saturdays, today however both of them had turned in, there was not much going on, none of the feverish activities of the past few days. Henry found them both in the main office awaiting the arrival of the alien team.

Morning Joseph, Arthur, Henry greeted, Have you heard when our friends are likely to arrive?

Good morning Mr Cotes, I didn’t expect to see you today, replied Joseph.

Arthur, speaking at the same time as Joseph, said, Good morning sir.

Joseph continued, I had a call from a fellow named Jones late yesterday afternoon, they are due to arrive in about an hour, at eleven o’clock if their train is on time.

Plenty of time for a mug of tea and a bit of a chat then, Henry smirked, and asked, Either of you two ever done any acting?

To the manager’s surprise, Henry picked up the kettle and went outside to fill it, Joseph, Arthur, looked at each other confused, and then Arthur voiced what they were both thinking.

Acting, what’s he blathering on about now, what’s the old bugger up to?

Absolutely no idea Arthur, but by that smug look of his he is definitely up to something, and it seems we are to be involved whether we want to be or not.

Henry re-entered, put the kettle on the stove and without saying another word, gave the coals a stir with the poker.

Joseph gave in, Acting? he repeated, Did I hear right, you did say acting Mr Cotes?

I did, now, where do you keep those glasses? he produced a bottle of malt from his coat pocket.

Arthur did not need bidding twice; he placed three glasses on the desk, saying, If I am allowed to comment Mr Cotes, you seem in extremely good spirits this morning.

Good Arthur, no, but a little better than of late, yes, and the reason being, yesterday I found out a few things regarding this so called inspector bod the home office are sending in. I didn’t mention it to you yesterday Joseph, but last night I spent a few quiet hours mulling it over and I think I now have a solution, I rather think we will not have as much trouble from him as we expected.

Arthur asked warily, And that solution involves us in some way?

It does, and it is so fiendishly simple I nearly missed it. You remember last Saturday, my nephew was in here, you had all those plans laid out around the room and were explaining what had happened as far as you knew, you had to simplify your explanations for his benefit. He pretended to understand everything you were saying to him, but in truth, he hadn’t a clue, but he would not lose face by admitting it.

Henry poured a generous helping of malt into each of the three glasses; Joseph took his glass, thought a moment before adding.

Everything was such a muddle last weekend, but yes, I remember that, how does that help us now?

Vanity Joseph, vanity, Charles would not admit being at fault by not understanding anything you were talking about, and I have it on very good authority this inspector chap heading the inquiry is of the same ilk, in short, a talker not a doer. We have no way of knowing as yet when he and his people will descend upon us, but he is bound to inquire, if you will pardon the pun, what happened last Saturday. Do the same for him when he arrives, but instead of trying to simplify your account of what happened, use as much technical jargon as you can. Play up to him, by saying things like ‘but of course an important person like you will understand all this,’ my bet is, the more you tell him he is bound to understand, the less likely he will be to admit he does not.

Arthur began to titter, And that is where the acting comes in, right? he said, falling apart with laughter.

Right, Henry smirked, But there is more, the inspectors, to live up to that title will need to inspect below ground, sorry chaps, but I am beginning to see the paradox of that word, they will be going below ground to inspect a pile of coal and rock. I presume one, or both of you will be expected to accompany them, this mine has always had a tendency to be rich in lethal gasses, make sure you tell them, over emphasize that this mine is renowned for producing methane in large quantities, but assure them it should be safe for them to inspect wherever they wish.

Henry tittered slightly as he continued to exaggerate the word ‘inspect’.

If, which I doubt, they seem as if they are intent on venturing further into the mine than I did, on the one occasion I went down there, the stables were my limit, I didn’t fancy going any further. Have someone you can trust complain that their lamp flame is indicating ‘Fire Damp’ ahead.

And they will be out faster than a bullet, Arthur interjected.

That would be my guess, Henry sniggered.

Joseph added, So Mr Cotes, if I understand correctly, you are asking us to make this inspector and his team look like fools.

Smiling, Henry replied, No, certainly not Joseph, would I ever, but as I see it, men from, shall we say privileged backgrounds who undertake this kind of task are skilled mainly in public relations, only concerned with how others perceive them, they talk a good job, not do it. My daughter has a senseless expression for people who talk a great deal about themselves to bolster their own egos; she claims they are tough as a custard and twice as yellow, she’s not one too tolerate fools gladly that girl of mine.

I can take your point regarding any probable inspection of the mine workings Mr. Cotes, Joseph conceded, Arthur nodded, signifying he also accepted the scenario.

But, the initial inspection undertaken by the home office appointee will only be the start of an inquiry into the accident, Joseph continued, From my understanding of such things, they will interview just about everyone on site last Saturday, I can’t see there is cause for celebration as yet.

Henry poured himself another half a glass of malt, nodded, smiled and said.

Of course, you are right, but then who is celebrating, the last time I looked for a drink around here I found the bottle was empty, I enjoy a cup of tea with the best of them, but I prefer a tot of this, especially if there is a chill in the air.

He lifted the bottle, As I seem to be here so much these days Joseph, merely seeing to my own comfort, nothing more. There will be a full inquiry as we know, but when did the good doctor say his contact said it is likely to begin?

Joseph answered, Sometime around Christmas next year, wasn’t it Arthur?

Arthur nodded, and looked at his own empty glass, which Henry refilled, Aye, that’s what the man said right enough, Arthur agreed.

Precisely gentlemen, Henry continued, "Two years from now if that information proves correct, even if not, within a few