Willingham's cousin, to ensure
the old man had died before Jeremy arrived, and therefore not fulfill the terms
of the will.
Stanley
would have benefitted to the tune of several hundred thousand pounds. Sir
Greville Griffiths arrival had put aid to that.
The old man opened
his eyes." Willingham? You
here?"
"Unfortunately, yes." Never would Jeremy call him Father.
"They found you? Where?" He
coughed and closed his eyes for a second. "No matter, I wish only you to
remain. I have need to speak to you." Jeremy
nodded towards the door, and smothered a grin as
Stanley
was manhandled, protesting, out of
the room. Once they had gone, he addressed the man in the bed.
"We are alone. Are you not scared I will smother
you?"
His parent gave a weak bark of laughter. "No need. I
will not last above the hour. Soon you will be the earl, whether you want to or
not. I suspect not."
Jeremy inclined his
head. "As you say, sir."
There was silence, broken only by the rasp of a coal as it
slipped in the grate, and the tic of a grandmother
clock on the side cupboard.
Jeremy hated the
room, it reflected his father. Old, uncaring and unloved.
Was he ever going to say why he needed to speak to him
alone? Or would he die, his message unspoken?
"So where were you?" The old man opened his eyes
and glared at Jeremy.
"Number
Six Silk Street
. You see, you never did beat
my un-natural tendencies as you called them, out of me." Jeremy's body
tightened as he remembered the scene he had been pulled out of, to be
dispatched to that room. He would much rather be there, experiencing a physical
lashing, than in the stuffy overheated room and expecting a verbal flaying.
It did not come.
"So I believe." His parent coughed weakly. "No matter. It may aid you. You have to find her, ask
Dalrey to help. Much as I dislike him, for all I know he is the only one who
can now Suster is dead. Find her. I beg you. I have sinned…" His voice
stopped and once more, he closed his eyes.
You can repeat that, as oft
you like and I will never contradict you.
"Find who?"
The voice was so thready he had to bend closer than he
wanted to hear the reply.
"
Marina
… find her. She is your f…" His head fell to one side,
his eyes wide open and sightless.
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the old man had died before Jeremy arrived, and therefore not fulfill the terms
of the will.
Stanley
would have benefitted to the tune of several hundred thousand pounds. Sir
Greville Griffiths arrival had put aid to that.
The old man opened
his eyes." Willingham? You
here?"
"Unfortunately, yes." Never would Jeremy call him Father.
"They found you? Where?" He
coughed and closed his eyes for a second. "No matter, I wish only you to
remain. I have need to speak to you." Jeremy
nodded towards the door, and smothered a grin as
Stanley
was manhandled, protesting, out of
the room. Once they had gone, he addressed the man in the bed.
"We are alone. Are you not scared I will smother
you?"
His parent gave a weak bark of laughter. "No need. I
will not last above the hour. Soon you will be the earl, whether you want to or
not. I suspect not."
Jeremy inclined his
head. "As you say, sir."
There was silence, broken only by the rasp of a coal as it
slipped in the grate, and the tic of a grandmother
clock on the side cupboard.
Jeremy hated the
room, it reflected his father. Old, uncaring and unloved.
Was he ever going to say why he needed to speak to him
alone? Or would he die, his message unspoken?
"So where were you?" The old man opened his eyes
and glared at Jeremy.
"Number
Six Silk Street
. You see, you never did beat
my un-natural tendencies as you called them, out of me." Jeremy's body
tightened as he remembered the scene he had been pulled out of, to be
dispatched to that room. He would much rather be there, experiencing a physical
lashing, than in the stuffy overheated room and expecting a verbal flaying.
It did not come.
"So I believe." His parent coughed weakly. "No matter. It may aid you. You have to find her, ask
Dalrey to help. Much as I dislike him, for all I know he is the only one who
can now Suster is dead. Find her. I beg you. I have sinned…" His voice
stopped and once more, he closed his eyes.
You can repeat that, as oft
you like and I will never contradict you.
"Find who?"
The voice was so thready he had to bend closer than he
wanted to hear the reply.
"
Marina
… find her. She is your f…" His head fell to one side,
his eyes wide open and sightless.
The End
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