"Put something personal in it, too. They like that."
Sadie dipped her pen in the inkwell, shook it, then paused. "Wonder if they"ll put Tess in prison for killing her boyfriend."
"We don"t know if she did kill him yet." Polly slid off the bed. "Like you said, it could"ve been an accident."
"Well, I tell you one thing, her mother will be happy he"s dead."
Polly gasped. "That"s an awful thing to say! No one should be happy he"s dead."
"Well, at least she"ll be happy he won"t be marrying Tess. I heard her tell Tess that she never thought a daughter of hers would stoop so low as to a.s.sociate with such filthy sc.u.m."
Polly"s jaw dropped. "She said that? I didn"t think posh people talked like that."
Sadie grinned. "You don"t know the half of it. I worked for a posh family in London for a while, and you wouldn"t believe half of what was going on there."
Polly bounced back onto the bed. "Go on, tell me!"
Sadie shook her head. "Nah, I"ll tell you another time. I"ve got to get back to the manor before it gets too dark. I can"t see without me lights and it"s really creepy riding up the driveway in the pitch black."
"Can"t you see in the moonlight?"
"I can when there"s a moon." Sadie capped the pen, folded her letter, and got up from the chair. "There ain"t no moon tonight, though. Not for another three nights, anyway."
Polly looked impressed. "How"d you know that?"
"I got a calendar, haven"t I." Sadie handed her the letter. "Thanks for helping me with that."
"I wasn"t much help." Polly slid off the bed and picked up her own letter from the dressing table. She slipped Sadie"s letter inside and sealed it up. "There. I"ll post it tomorrow on me way up to the manor."
"All right." Sadie moved to the door. "How long do you think it will be before we get an answer?"
"Don"t know. I s"pose it depends on how quick it gets across the ocean."
"It don"t seem right, does it. Those men so far away from home, and n.o.body bothers to even write them a letter."
"Well, they"ve got lots from the village now. Marlene said they were real excited to get them, too."
"Yeah." Sadie smiled with pride. "We did a good thing, Polly."
"Yes, we did." Polly got up and hugged her friend. "Be careful riding home."
Calling out to Polly"s ma, Sadie let herself out the front door and climbed on her bicycle. Already the night had crept in from the ocean, leaving just a pale pink glow above the dense woods. Sadie could see the silhouette of the old windmill as she cycled up the hill, and above it a formation of airplanes heading for the base. The rumble of their engines floated down as they circled inland and then faded into the shadows of the evening sky.
A moment later Sadie heard the roar of another engine. She looked up, expecting to see a straggler in the sky. No one liked to see that. It usually meant that something was wrong with the plane, and the pilot was having trouble getting home.
The sky appeared to be empty, and she realized that what she"d heard was the sound of a Jeep"s engine. She peered ahead in the shadowy twilight, watching for it to come around the bend. The Yanks never could remember which side of the road to drive on.
When she eventually caught sight of the Jeep, it wasn"t on the road at all. It was bouncing across the downs, heading for the woods. It was hard to see in the gathering darkness, but it looked like there were four people sitting in it.
Frowning, Sadie pedaled on. What would the Yanks be doing taking a Jeep into the woods? They had to be doing some training. "Maneuvers" they called it. She heard them now and again, when the wind was in the right direction. The soft explosions in the distance and bright flashes of light had scared the d.i.c.kens out of the villagers until they got used to them.
Smiling to herself, she put her head down and pumped faster. It would soon be too dark to see, and she still had that driveway waiting for her.
Violet still wasn"t home when Elizabeth arrived back at the manor, and, more worried than ever, she made herself a cup of tea and sat down at the kitchen table to eat her Cornish pasties. They didn"t taste quite as good as she remembered, though she was generous enough to allow that her anxiety had probably tainted her appet.i.te.
Rather than sit in absolute silence, she switched on the wireless and listened to the gentle strains of a Brahms symphony. She was halfway through her second pasty when the announcer"s voice declared solemnly, "This is British Broadcasting, and here is the news. The Allies bombed areas of France again this evening, inflicting heavy damage. Casualties are light, and the War Office reportsa""
Elizabeth lunged for the radio and switched it off. The dogs, who had been sleeping under the table, leapt to their feet, growls rumbling in their throats.
"It"s all right, darlings." Elizabeth dropped to her knees and patted both their heads. "It"s quite all right."
But it wasn"t all right. She had seen no Jeeps in the courtyard when she"d put her motorcycle away. None at all. And there had been none at the pub. What was it Earl had said? Things are heating up. They were getting ready for something. Something big. No one would know about it until after it was underway. And then it would be too late.
Her fear became overwhelming, and she clasped both dogs to her, burying her face in their soft fur. She prayed as she"d never prayed before. She was still on her knees when the shrill jangle of the telephone shattered the silence.
Nellie winced as the Jeep bounced over roots and in and out of deep ruts between the trees. The jolts jarred her teeth and rattled her bones until she thought they must all be broken. What frightened her most was that the driver of the Jeep couldn"t possibly see in the dark, and she expected any minute to crash into a tree and be struck dead. It was somewhat of a relief when they burst out from the trees and swung into a narrow lane bordered by hedges too tall to see over, even in daylight.
"Where are you taking me?" she demanded, struggling to free herself from the rope that bound her hands.
"You"ll see," muttered the driver.
She stared at her kidnappers, still numb with disbelief. Not only had she let herself be captured and tied up like a trussed chicken, the "men" had turned out to be young kids, probably still at school. After she"d dragged the scarf from one of their faces, the other two had uncovered theirs as well.
What a fool she was going to look, being kidnapped by schoolboys. "You"re going to be in dead trouble when they catch you," she said, glaring at the boy seated next to her.
He shrugged. "So who"s going to catch us? That bunch of old biddies squealing like stuck pigs back there?"
"The American MPs, that"s who." She smiled with grim satisfaction. "Just wait until they get hold of you. The Yanks can be really nasty when they get fired up. I"ve seen them in action."
"I just bet you have," the boy sneered, making her itch to slap his face.
"Shut up, Robbie," the driver snapped. "Just ignore her. You"ll give too much away if you talk to her."
"Robbie?" Nellie nodded. "Nice name that. Robbie who?"
The driver flung a vicious scowl at Robbie. "Now look what you"ve bleeding done. Now she knows your name, stupid."
"Yeah, well who was stupid enough to let her pull his scarf off then? Bighead Stan, that"s who."
"Robbie and Stan." Nellie was fast losing her fear. In fact, she was beginning to enjoy herself. "Now we only have one name to go." She looked at the boy seated next to Stan. "So what"s your name, love?"
The third boy didn"t answer her, and her apprehension returned as the Jeep swung off the road and came to a halt in front of a gate.
"Open it," Stan ordered.
Neither of his companions moved.
"Open the b.l.o.o.d.y gate, Robbie," Stan yelled.
"Why me? Why can"t Jimmy do it?"
Both boys turned around to glare at him. "If you can"t keep your b.l.o.o.d.y big mouth shut I"ll shut it for you," Stan muttered. "Now get out and open the b.l.o.o.d.y gate."
"All right, keep your hair on. I"m going." Robbie climbed out and shoved the gate open. He waited until Stan had driven the Jeep into the field, then closed the gate behind it.
Nellie considered making a run for it, but with her hands tied behind her back she"d never make it. Better to wait until she could free herself and then escape. Her uneasiness increased as the Jeep b.u.mped across the plowed ruts. It was pitch dark now, but she could see the outline of a huge barn in front of them.
They halted when they reached it, and this time Robbie jumped out without being asked. After dragging the huge doors open, he stood back and Stan drove the Jeep inside. Nellie"s spirits dropped as the doors squeaked shut behind her. The barn smelled of manure and dried hay, and the dust tickled her nose, making her sneeze.
A beam of light probed the darkness from a torch in Stan"s hand. He cut the engine and jumped out. "Bring her over here," he ordered, pointing to a ladder leading up to a high ledge.
Despite her struggles, Nellie was helpless as the two boys grasped her arms and forced her over to the ladder. She was beginning to realize now that though they were much younger than her, she was powerless against them together. Once more her fear was thick in her throat.
Her hands were roughly set free, then Stan ordered, "Get up there!" and gave her a shove.
"Keep your filthy hands off me," she snarled, managing to sound threatening in spite of the heavy hammering of her heart.
"Or you"ll what?" Stan said nastily.
"You"ll find out." She decided to do what she was told for now. Until she could work out a way to escape from these three thugs. Then she"d see they got what they deserved. Scrambling up the ladder, she prayed they weren"t staring up her skirt.
Safely on the ledge, she was surprised to see a blanket laid out on the floor of the small loft. An oil lamp sat a few feet away with a box of matches in the saucer. The newspaper crumpled up on the edge of the blanket smelled of fish. Apparently her kidnappers had bought supper from the fish and chip shop in the High Street.
Nellie knew the owners, Ethel and Reg Clements. Once it was reported she was missing, maybe Ethel would remember she"d served three strangers and give George and Sid some idea where to start looking. By now Rita and the others must have told the constables what had happened.
To her immense relief, none of the boys climbed up after her. Instead, they dragged the ladder away from the ledge, so she had no way to get down, then left her in semi-darkness while they huddled below and started discussing what they were going to do next.
"We can"t leave her here all night," Robbie said, his voice rising almost to a whine. "What are we going to do?"
"Shut up," Stan ordered. "Let me think."
"Where are we going to sleep if she"s up there?" Jimmy demanded.
"We"re not going to sleep. We"ve got work to do. We can sleep when we get back. Down here. There"s plenty of straw to sleep on."
"Well, I"m going to get the blanket," Robbie said, whining again. "The straw scratches me arms too much to sleep."
"Too bad. You"ll have to put up with it tonight."
"Why can"t she sleep down here?"
" "Cos she might be able to escape, stupid. If she"s stuck up there, there"s no way she can get past us."
"I told you this was a lousy idea," Robbie said, beginning to sound panicky. "I wish I"d never listened to you. I might have known something would go wrong. I think we should just go home and forget about the whole thing."
"Not on your life!"
"Not b.l.o.o.d.y likely!"
The other two boys had spoken at once. Robbie started to say something else, then obviously thought better of it.
"Now," Stan said, "we"ve got to take the Jeep back to the cliffs and push her over. Just like we planned. That way everyone will think it"s the three musketeers what did the rest of it. They"ll never think of looking for anyone else."
"Until she tells them," Jimmy said.
An ominous silence followed, while Nellie sat above them, holding her breath. Then Stan said brusquely, "We"ll worry about her when we"ve finished what we came to do. Now let"s get on with it."
The scuffling sounds told Nellie they were climbing back into the Jeep. Then the doors were dragged open, the Jeep roared to life and the light flashed off, leaving her in total darkness. Moments later she heard the doors close again, and the sound of the Jeep"s engine gradually faded into silence.
She was alone. Her and the rats. It was not a pleasant thought.
CHAPTER 9.
Elizabeth stared at the telephone, willing it to stop ringing. She didn"t want to answer it. If it was bad news, she didn"t want to hear it. Why else would someone be ringing this late?
When the double ring sounded for the fourth time she could stand it no longer, and she rose to her feet. The jangle cut off abruptly as she lifted the receiver from the hook.
George"s voice answered her, striking terror in her heart. "Is it Violet?" she asked breathlessly. "Has something happened to her?"
George sounded surprised when he answered. "Violet? What makes you think it"s Violet? Isn"t she there?"
Elizabeth slowly let out her breath. It couldn"t be about Earl. If something had happened to him, she wouldn"t know until someone from the base rang her. "Don"t tell me there"s been another murder," she said, praying that wasn"t it.
"No, m"m. At least not yet."
George"s enigmatic answer did nothing to relieve her mind. "What"s happened, George?"
"It"s Nellie Smith, m"m. I thought you"d like to know. She"s been kidnapped."
"Kidnapped?" Elizabeth stared incredulously at the wall in front of her. "Who on earth would want to kidnap Nellie? She doesn"t have any family, and no money to speak off. At least as far as I"m awarea""
"It were the three musketeers, m"m. Apparently they were up to their tricks again, and Nellie went to keep them talking while Florrie came to get me, but by the time we got up there they was gone and so was Nellie."
"Nellie confronted the three musketeers? By herself? What was she thinking?"
"Well, it seems that Rita Crumm"s bunch were with her, but standing a ways back. Nellie pulled one of the men"s scarf off and got a look at his face, so I reckon they took off with her so she couldn"t identify the culprits."
Elizabeth groaned. "Do you have any idea where she might be? Have they asked for a ransom?"
"Haven"t heard a peep out of "em, m"m."
"Then we"ll have to organize a search for her."