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Maisie smiled and inclined her head. "Thank you, Lord Julian."
"Very well. Good. I'm off to my lair for ten minutes or so. I'll
be back shortly."
Sir Cecil Lawton fidgeted in his seat, then stood again with his
back to the fire. Maisie leaned back slightly in her chair, a move that caused
Lawton to clear his throat and begin speaking.
"This is most unusual, Miss Dobbs. I had not imagined that I
might one day be seeking assistance in this matter. . . ." Lawton shook his
head, his eyes closed, then looked up and continued. "My only son, Ralph, was
killed in the war."
"I'm sorry, Sir Cecil." Maisie issued her regret softly. Sensing
that Lawton had a burden to shed, she leaned forward to indicate that she was
listening closely. He had pronounced his son's name Rafe in the old-fashioned
"I was in a position to ask questions, so there wasisno doubt
in my mind that Ralph was lost. He was in the Flying Corps. Those chaps were
lucky if they were still alive three weeks after arriving in France."
Maisie nodded but said nothing.
Lawton cleared his throat, held his fist against his mouth for a
second, folded his arms, and continued. "My wife, however, always maintained
that Ralph was alive. She became veryvery unstable, I think you would say,
after we received the news. She believed that one day he would come back again.
She said a mother knew such things. Agnes suffered a nervous collapse a year
after the war. She had become involved with spiritualists, mediums, and all
sorts of quackery, all in an attempt to prove that Ralph was still alive."
"There were many who consulted such people, Sir Cecil. Your wife
was not alone in that respect."
Lawton nodded and pressed on with his story. "One of them even
said that a spirit guide" He shook his head and once again took a seat opposite
Maisie. "I'm sorry, Miss Dobbs. The mere thought of it all makes my blood boil.
The fact that one person can wield such power over another is abhorrent. Is it
not enough for a family to endure loss, without having a witch" Lawton appeared
to falter, then regained composure. "Anyway, my wife was told that a spirit
guide had passed on a message from the other side that Ralph was not dead, but
very much alive."
"How difficult for you." Maisie was careful to maintain a middle
ground as she listened to the story. There was something in Lawton's manner as
he spoke of his son that made her feel uneasy. Her skin prickled slightly at the
nape of her neck, where the scar left by an exploding shell was etched into her
scalp. His regard for his son was compromised.
"My wife spent the final two years of her life in an asylum,
Miss Dobbs, a private institution in the country. I could not afford rumors that
might jeopardize my position. She was cared for in very comfortable
Maisie looked at the grandfather clock in the corner of the
room. She needed to move on. "Tell me, Sir Cecil, how may I be of service to
Lawton cleared his throat and began to speak. "Agnes, my wife,
passed away three months ago. There was only a small funeral and the usual
notice of her passing in The Times. However, on her deathbed, she begged me to
promise that I would find Ralph."
"Oh." Maisie placed her hands together and brought them to her
lips, as if in prayer.
"Yes. I promised to find someone who is dead." He turned to face
Maisie directly for the first time. "I am duty bound to search for him. That's
why I have come to youat Julian's suggestion."
"Lord Julian was at the War Office during the war. I am sure he
has access to records."
From Pardonable Lies by Jacqueline Winspear. Copyright Jacqueline Winspear 2005. All rights reserved. No part of this book maybe reproduced without written permission from the publisher.