Ragamuffin Angel (32 page)
‘Best for whom?’ Something was happening to the numbness. She had never felt so alone in her life, not even when she had first heard the news about her granny and Larry, or last night when John Stewart had treated her as less than the muck under his boots. But she couldn’t give in to the weakness that had her wanting to run away and hide like a small wounded animal. She couldn’t. She’d never be able to look at herself in the mirror again. Colonel Fairley had assumed she was a common strumpet, and if she didn’t say something it would be like agreeing with what that letter had said about her mam, about them both. It must have been bad, awful, for the Colonel to presume he could crook his little finger and she’d come running.
Connie’s eyelids blinked and she swallowed deep in her throat. The two women stared at each other for a matter of seconds, before Connie said, ‘With you or without you, I’m going to see Mr Alridge, and right now, Mary. I understand perfectly if you don’t want to come, in fact I don’t think you should. There is no reason why you should put your job on the line.’
Before answering Mary drew in a long breath. ‘Aye, well I thought you’d do what you think best whatever I said but I had to try. I’m just grieved a muck hut like him will win out in the end, an’ he will. He will. But I’m with you, lass. You know that.’
Connie nodded. Yes, she’d known that, and she was grateful, very grateful for it. But it didn’t allay the terrible feeling of aloneness that had gripped her. Nevertheless, she reached out and gripped Mary’s hands for a moment, squeezing them hard before she started walking again.
They met no one on the way to the office for which Connie was eternally thankful, and when they reached Mr Alridge’s door she squared her shoulders, pulling Mary’s shawl more tightly around her before saying, ‘You wait out here. I’ll be all right.’
Mary looked at the beautiful face. It was like a piece of alabaster fired through with dark claret, and suddenly the years rolled away and she was a little lassie again, running home to her mam with the pain in her belly ripping her apart and the blood trickling down her legs. What were these men? They weren’t human beings and they weren’t fit to be called animals – even animals had boundaries they didn’t cross. But when the natural hunger that should be satisfied between a man and a woman within the bounds of wedlock got distorted and perverted the result was frightening. Aye, frightening, and putrid and obscene.
‘I’m comin’ in, lass.’ It was flat and heavy, and after one glance at her friend’s face Connie didn’t argue.
It was a moment or two before Mr Alridge answered the knock at the door, and then his voice was restrained when he called, ‘Come in.’
Colonel Fairley was in there with him.
Connie didn’t question how she knew. She just knew.
Connie didn’t question how she knew. She just knew.
The Colonel was standing looking down into the glowing fire, his legs slightly apart and his hands clasped behind his back as they entered, and he didn’t turn round or move a muscle. After one swift glance at the portly figure which caused her stomach to rise up into her mouth, Connie kept her eyes on the stiff face of her employer as she said, ‘I need to talk with you, Mr Alridge. I think you know what about.’
Harold Alridge inclined his head slowly, his glance moving from Connie to Mary – standing militantly beside her – and then back to Connie again. ‘The Colonel has just related a most distressing series of events, Miss Bell, but I was hoping this could be dealt with when my wife was present. Mrs Alridge is indisposed and has gone to bed early.’
‘I’m sorry.’ She was. Connie felt her friend might have been some sort of ally against the Colonel, although if Lucy had seen the letter – and worse, believed it – she had to admit that might not be the case. ‘But this won’t wait. Colonel Fairley attacked me tonight and –’
‘What did I tell you?’ The Colonel swung round, looking at his relation as he fairly spat, ‘The chit’s trouble, it’s written all over her and –’
‘
Reginald.’
Harold Alridge was out of his depth. One moment he had been sitting there with his mind half on the mountain of paperwork in front of him and the other half on Lucy – this was the third dizzy spell she had had in two weeks and he was worried about her – and the next Reginald had burst in as though the devil himself was after him. And the tale he’d told. . . Mind you, it wouldn’t be the first time a girl had tried to trap a fellow into marrying her with a bit of slap and tickle, and Reginald was worth a bit. He looked into the older man’s face, and his voice was sharp as he said, ‘I’ve told you, it’s best I deal with this and you say nothing for the present.’
Reginald.’
Harold Alridge was out of his depth. One moment he had been sitting there with his mind half on the mountain of paperwork in front of him and the other half on Lucy – this was the third dizzy spell she had had in two weeks and he was worried about her – and the next Reginald had burst in as though the devil himself was after him. And the tale he’d told. . . Mind you, it wouldn’t be the first time a girl had tried to trap a fellow into marrying her with a bit of slap and tickle, and Reginald was worth a bit. He looked into the older man’s face, and his voice was sharp as he said, ‘I’ve told you, it’s best I deal with this and you say nothing for the present.’
So that was the line they were going to take. But she’d known, she had known, hadn’t she? Connie asked herself bitterly, nausea and a deep raw anger pulling her mouth taut.
‘Colonel Fairley has admitted his. . . unwise response to your encouragements, Miss Bell, which he now heartily regrets in view of the present sorry situation. I tell you frankly I would have found difficulty in believing this of you some weeks ago, but – painful though this is for me to say – I think we both know you have been less than completely truthful in your dealings with my wife and myself.’
‘I disagree. I have been totally honest in everything I have said and done whilst in your employ.’ The shaking which had begun to subside was taking hold again, but Connie was fighting it with all her might. She had to make Harold Alridge see. She had to.
‘
Ha!’
The Colonel swayed on his heels and it was evident he was about to say more before he caught Harold Alridge’s eye.
Ha!’
The Colonel swayed on his heels and it was evident he was about to say more before he caught Harold Alridge’s eye.
‘Then there is nothing you feel you should have told us at your initial interview, Miss Bell? Something which would have had a bearing on your success or otherwise of securing the position of assistant housekeeper at the Grand Hotel?’ asked Harold.
‘No, there is not.’ She wasn’t going to be put off like this, she wouldn’t let them get away with it. ‘I am aware you have received a libellous letter about me, Mr Alridge, and I find it difficult to believe you and Mrs Alridge haven’t given me the chance to defend myself against what was written.’ Connie watched his face stretch a little, and it was clear he was finding her stance surprising, but she went on quickly before her teeth began to chatter. ‘But I’m not here to discuss the letter, not now, and you know it. Colonel Fairley used Mrs Pegg’s keys to come into the laundry room tonight when he knew he would catch me unawares, and he used brute force on me.’
‘You are saying you were not willing?’ Harold Alridge had continued to look at Connie all the time she had been speaking and she could read the disbelief on his face, although his voice was quite dispassionate.
She swallowed deeply, bringing her head forward with the effort it took to swallow her spittle, and then she moved the shawl aside deliberately, lifting her chin as she said slowly and distinctly, ‘Does this look as though I was willing?’
‘She’s done that herself.’ Colonel Fairley flapped his hand disparagingly at Connie’s torn dress. ‘Good heavens, Harold. Do you think I would be so foolish as to do something like that? I told you, the gel is trying to trap me. One minute we’re having a bit of fun and the next she’s talking about marriage and what she’ll do if I don’t jump to. Not on, old man, not on at all and I told her so.’
‘And the scratches?’ For only the second time since she had come into the room Connie faced the man who had touched her more intimately than any other human being ever had, and now her eyes were blazing blue fire. ‘I suppose I’ve scratched myself as well?’ she hissed painfully. ‘You attacked me and I shall prove it. I shall go to the authorities.’
‘You must do as you please, but I wouldn’t recommend it, Miss Bell.’ It was Harold Alridge talking and now he was every inch the public school aristocrat, his tone icy as he surveyed the trembling girl in front of him. ‘I have made certain enquiries of my own during the last few days and it has been confirmed you are the daughter of a Sadie Bell who lived a promiscuous and dissolute lifestyle, and also that you have had men asking for you and waiting for you outside the hotel. This is a hotel, not a place of procurement, and for you to approach guests such as Colonel Fairley –’
‘
I didn’t!
How dare you say that!’
I didn’t!
How dare you say that!’
‘For you to approach guests such as the Colonel, who incidentally has a military record second to none, is unforgivable, and a total betrayal of the trust my wife and I had mistakenly placed in you.’
‘Come on, lass, you won’t do any good here. The blighters have got it all sewn up.’
‘Oh no they haven’t.’ Mary had meant well, Connie knew that, but she had seen the flicker of satisfaction in her employer’s eyes as her friend had spoken, and she was filled with rage and hurt. The strength of her anger had the effect of banishing the weakening physical consequences of the Colonel’s violent assault and firing her with a hatred that brought her ramrod straight. She took a step forward, and there was no hesitation in her tone – neither did it quiver – as she said, ‘I don’t care about his military record or anything else except the truth.’ And then, facing the Colonel, ‘You’re a dirty, filthy swine, that’s what you are, and you know it. A disgusting old man who thinks he can force bit lasses to get what he wants. But you made a mistake with me, Colonel, because I’m not like the rest and I’m not frightened of you. Or you!’ She swung back to Harold Alridge who was standing dumbfounded, clearly unable to believe that this fiery young woman was the cool, sedate assistant housekeeper he had known for the last eleven months. ‘I’m going to the police station come the morrow, and they won’t be able to prove I’ve known men, or even walked out with a lad, ’cos I haven’t.’
She turned so swiftly that she left Mary standing there for a second, and then they were both outside in the corridor, and Mary was saying, ‘You wait outside, lass, an’ I’ll get your things, all right?’ as she trotted along at Connie’s side.
‘I’ll get them. I’ve done nothing wrong and I’m not going to hide away.’
Connie’s forcible entrance into the kitchen brought the normal buzz of conversation and clatter of pans to a standstill, and she was almost through to the staff cloakroom when Mrs Pegg’s stout figure emerged from the adjoining door.
‘Waiting for your keys?’ Connie’s eyes were blazing. ‘You’re going to pay for what you did tonight, Mrs Pegg, because I shall make sure you do.’
‘Wha – What?’
‘You were seen giving Colonel Fairley your keys and you knew exactly what you were about, didn’t you. How one woman could do that to another is beyond me, but you’re not getting away with it. You’ll be lucky to get a job scouring the privies by the time I’ve finished with you.’
There was absolute silence in the kitchen now, even the bubbling and hissing from the enormous copper pots and pans seemed muted, but as Mrs Pegg began to bluster disjointedly Connie brushed past her, using such force the other woman almost fell on her back.
‘By, lass, you gave ’em all what for an’ no mistake.’ As Connie pulled her coat and hat on Mary was almost gleeful. ‘That Mrs Pegg thinks she’s the cat’s whiskers but she’s as common as clarts an’ everyone knows it but daren’t say. But you told her! Did you see her face? She was bustin’ her corsets, the evil old biddy.’
She had to get out of there. Connie found she couldn’t answer Mary, she needed all her remaining strength to walk out of the hotel with some dignity. The shaking was returning and it was much worse. There had been something in the housekeeper’s eyes when Mrs Pegg had stared at her – a flash of something so spiteful and nasty – that had caused Connie’s breath to catch in her throat. She was amazed to be the focus of such resentment. What had she ever done to Mrs Pegg to receive such hatred? But that Mrs Pegg did hate her was in no doubt. All this because the other woman’s daughter was refused the post of assistant housekeeper? She didn’t understand human beings, she told herself silently. If Mrs Pegg and Colonel Fairley were created in the likeness of God then where had He gone wrong?
Immediately the thought came she felt inclined to cross herself for protection against what she perceived as blasphemy, but she restrained the impulse. She hadn’t been to mass for weeks, if not months, except for Christmas Eve and you couldn’t count that. Was this God’s punishment? No, no, He was a loving God. Father Hedley always emphasised that. But then there were more than a few Father McGuigans and their God was one of fire and brimstone. Even the best of the priests were just men, they were, and if the truth be known she dared bet that more than one good Catholic had been secretly relieved when Father McGuigan went to join his Maker some time back. And then, despite her previous assessment, Connie did make the sign of the cross, even as she berated herself for the conditioning of twenty years in the next instant.
‘Connie?’
Mary had noticed the gesture and now Connie said, pushing open the door of the staff cloakroom, ‘Don’t fret, lass, I haven’t gone doo-lally, not yet leastways,’ in answer to the concern in her friend’s voice. Although if she were being honest she really wasn’t sure how much more she could take. . .
Chapter Sixteen
At eight o’clock the following morning Connie had a visitor.
She had had a surprisingly good night, although considering the events of the last forty-eight hours it perhaps wasn’t so surprising that she should sleep the sleep of the dead brought about by utter exhaustion.
Other books
Marilyn & Me by Lawrence Schiller
Moonglass by Jessi Kirby
Straight Man by Richard Russo
Devil at My Heels: The Story of Louis Zamperini by Louis Zamperini
The Golden Tulip by Rosalind Laker
Valley of Flowers by Chris Collins
The Midnight Carnival by Erika McGann
His for Now (His #2) by Wildwood, Octavia
Josie: Bride of New Mexico (American Mail-Order Bride 47) by Kristin Holt