"Why are you here?" I whispered. The words seemed unwilling to pass my lips as I looked around, looking for an escape. There was only one entrance and he was beside it. I had gone in too far to make a run for the archway so I stepped back a few paces.
"I ain't goin' to 'urt you, Miss. You don't need to fear."
I repeated my question.
"Then why are you here, Private Manston?"
"I din't do it, Miss 'arcourt. I promise you, I din't."
I moved back a little more.
"Didn't do what, exactly?" I was trembling violently now, scared to death of what he might do.
"I din't kill Maggie, Miss. I couldn't, I loved her."
He stepped towards me and I let out a little squeal of panic and held up my hands.
He stopped, his eyes pleading.
"Miss, 'arcourt, please. I din't kill Maggie and I ain't goin' t' 'urt you neither!"
I didn't reply but remained standing, shaking, staring. I looked down at his hand, hanging at his side. The bandage was loose and dirty and he held the unravelled end in his fist, preventing it coming off. It was stained with dried blood.
He lifted his fist and looked at the dressing.
"I know 'ow it looks, Miss...." He looked at me once more, "But I wouln't 'ave 'urt 'er. Never in a million years."
"I saw you strike her, Charlie," I managed to say through lips as dry as paper. "I saw you knock her to the ground."
"Then you saw what she did about it. I was drunk and stupid." Again he looked at the floor for a moment then back at me. "I regretted that as soon as I did it but Maggie ain't... " he checked himself, "weren't no shrinkin' violet, Miss, you must've seen what she did."
"I saw her the next morning. Her face was black and blue!" I said, my courage slowly returning. I was still trembling inside but I had stopped shaking. "She said one of the maids had left a cupboard door open and she had walked into it!"
Manston seemed to physically shrink as his shoulders sagged forwards.
"Strange as it may seem, Miss, she loved me too. She would protect me even after I did that to her. I've been such a fool. It is no wonder you suspect me of killing her."
I looked again at his hand. He saw where I was looking and once again raised his hand. It seemed to dawn on him, all of a sudden, what I was thinking.
His eyes opened wide.
"You think I did this by 'itting her, don't you!"
I did not reply but held his gaze.
"Oh Lord," he mumbled, "What a mess." Then again he looked at me. "If you you don't believe me, no-one will."
"Why should I believe you?" I asked. "Just because you say it wasn't you. I heard what you told her about why you had so much money. You said people pay you to tell them things. Are you a German spy too?"
"Spy, Miss?" his mouth wide open now. "No, 'course I ain't. Maggie told me about things what went on in the 'ouse. She told me about the maid what got caned and she 'ad to soothe. You know, Miss, you were there."
"You told complete strangers about the private things that go on in this house? You despicable man, Charlie Manston! And did Maggie know about this?"
"'eavens, Miss, 'course she din't! She would've ripped out my tongue if she knew! She told me these things to excite me when we... well, y' know."
I stood silently, not sure what to believe. It occurred to me that he didn't seem to know what had killed her. He thought that his fist incriminated him which, of course, it didn't. Maggie had been flogged, not beaten and I had seen with my own eyes that he had slapped her, not punched her. I began to think that it was quite possible that he was telling the truth.
"Just supposing I do believe you," I offered. "Will you come to the Police and clear yourself. Tell them all you know?"
"You mean you would help me?" He looked doubtful.
"If you come to the Police I will be with you but that does not necessarily mean I trust you, Charlie Manston. However, I am willing to listen."
"You better not trick me!" he replied as he stepped towards me. I stepped quickly backwards.
"I will not trick you," I promised. "But you either trust me or you are on your own."
"All right, then, I'll come with you," he said.
"Good," I answered. "But first, we will go to see Doctor Harris and get your hand cleaned."
"Doctor 'arris won't see me for a scraped 'and!" he exclaimed. "He is a surgeon!"
"Oh, he will if I ask him to," I replied.
"Why 'im and not a medic?" Manston frowned, suddenly appearing very doubtful.
"I told you, Charlie. You either trust me or you are on you own."
"All right,” he sighed. “I ain't got no choice, 'ave I?"
"No." I said, "You haven't. There is one more thing I need to know."
Again, he looked nervous.
"I don't know any more, Miss, I told it weren't me."
"This is something else," I said carefully. "The night I arrived, I saw you loading a lorry with supplies. Were you and Maggie selling the army's rations on the black market?"
"Black market?" he almost shouted. "I don't steal from me mates. That were a legit load. Captain Philpott told us to move it to a warehouse to make space in the storeroom." His jaw dropped. "You thought we was stealing it?"
I frowned but decided to say no more for the time being.
"Stay here and keep quiet. I will go and tell Doctor Harris we are coming so you are not arrested on the way to him."
"And what if someone comes before you get back?" he was getting jittery again.
"Then you will be no worse off that if they got here before me, will you?"
"No, I suppose not," he replied.
"Well then?" I said "Are you going to let me pass?"
He stepped sullenly to one side and I went to pass him. As I did he grabbed my arm and I gasped. A little frightened whimper passed my lips.
"Please hurry, I am trusting you with my life," was all he said before releasing me.
I ran through the archway and away across the grass to the main entrance.
The guard stepped out from his office as I ran through the large doorway.
"'ere, 'ere, Miss, slow down. You all right?"
"Doctor Harris,' I gasped. "Where is he?"
"I believe he's in his office. D'you want me to call 'im?"
I didn't stop to answer but ran ran down the hall to his door. Behind me I barely heard the guard shout after me.
"Oi, 'old on! You can't just..."
I quickly reached the third door and banged my fist against before turning the knob and running in.
Doctor Harris was sitting at his desk across from Aunt Helen. Papers covered the surface.
"Victoria!" my aunt exclaimed, "What on earth is going on?"
"Charlie Manston!" I replied, gasping for breath, "He is in the garden."
"Is he now!" Doctor Harris picked up the telephone before him.
"No, wait, I don't think it was him!" I almost shouted, so desperate was I that he didn't call the guard.
"Calm down, Victoria. Get your breath." Aunt Helen was standing now. "What exactly is going on?"
I took a deep breath.
"Charlie Manston is hiding in the garden, Aunt Helen. He thinks he is the suspect because of his hand. He doesn't seem to know exactly what happened."
I turned to the Doctor.
"Doctor Harris, if you could look at his hand maybe you could tell how he injured it. When I saw him hit Maggie, he slapped her with his open hand. He didn't punch her."
The surgeon looked first at Aunt Helen then back at myself.
"Yes, all right," he replied. "Take us to him."
I led them back along the hallway and out to the entrance hall.
The guard was still there.
"I'm sorry , Sir," he began "I..," but my aunt waved him away and he stood transfixed as we all rushed out of the door.
"Oh crikey!" I thought as I saw Thomas going through the archway ahead of us, praying that Manston would keep quiet.
I ran faster, and in through the archway just as Charlie Manston pushed him aside to run out.
"Thomas!" I cried out, as he fell to the side into the flower bed, hitting his head on the terracotta border stones as he went down.
"What have you done?" I screamed as Doctor Harris grabbed Manston and wrestled him to the ground.
I knelt beside the seemingly unconscious man and took his hand. His bandage had slipped from over his eyes and begun to unravel.
The Doctor looked Manston directly in the eye.
"Move from that spot and I will have you shot!" he said harshly, then ran over to where Thomas lay prone and unmoving.
Taking his hand from me the doctor looked for a pulse and found it almost instantly.
At that moment, Thomas opened his eyes.
"Oh my goodness," he whispered, "You are so beautiful!"
"You can see?" I asked in astonishment.
As the words left my lips his eyes rolled up into his head, his face contorted and his body stiffened then convulsed violently, thrashing about. Doctor Harris dragged me to my feet and pulled me away from him.
"Damn it!" he cursed. "He is having another bad fit. Quickly!" he said to me, "Run and get some orderlies and tell them to bring a stretcher. Hurry!" he urged.
I did not need telling twice and turned and ran as hard as I could. I bumped into the guard who was coming to see what the fuss was.
"Orderlies, stretcher..Now!", I shouted to him and he ran back to the house.
Manston was still on the ground, my aunt watching him like a hawk.
"If you have hurt him...!" I snarled.
"It were an accident, Miss, I did'nt mean 'im to fall, I thought 'e were the guard. I panicked."
I glared at him then returned to Thomas' side. He was still fitting but not so violently now and gradually he calmed until his body gave a few small twitches and lay still.
Doctor Harris took his wrist once again and timed his pulse against his pocket watch.
As he did so the orderlies ran in with a stretcher.
"Get him to his room, quickly and make sure he gets his medication.