Free Aftermath by Peter Turnbull Page B

to rot but that’s how Mr Housecarl wanted it.’
    ‘I see.’
    ‘So, not only was there quite a lot of people employed by Mr Housecarl at Bromyards, but there was work enough to do that he had to hire in extra help like Brian Foot. He went before some years ago now . . . good age though . . . but not quite Mr Housecarl’s age to be sure. But one by one he had to let us go . . . good days they were . . . very good days.’
    ‘What was Mr Housecarl like as a person?’
    ‘As a person,’ Penny Merryweather exhaled and then replied in a fairly, but not hard to listen to, high-pitched voice, so Yellich felt, believing Penny Merryweather’s voice might best be described as ‘chirpy’. ‘Well now, see . . . see . . . now what was he like as a person? He was a nice enough old boy. He did like his own way but it was his old house, I reckon fair play on that one. I like my own way in this little house of mine, so I do, but he always had time for his staff and he took an interest in us, yes he did. You see it seemed to be the case that if you worked for Mr Housecarl then he felt he had more of an obligation to you than just to pay you at a fair rate. He helped quite a few people over the years . . . someone needed a new pair of spectacles, then he’d pay for them . . . over and above paying their wage and then there was the Head Gardener . . . Jeff Sparrow . . .’
    ‘Yes, we’ll have to talk to him . . . but please, do carry on.’
    ‘It was then that Jeff’s son, his only son, fell ill while he was in Australia . . . the son that is . . . Jeff had never been more than five miles from Milking Nook in all his days, but when his son was in Australia he fell ill.’
    ‘Oh . . . long way from home.’
    ‘Yes, and it was the fact that he fell ill in here,’ Penny Merryweather tapped the side of her head, ‘in here so he did . . . mental . . . and he got locked up in a mental hospital . . . and do you know what Mr Housecarl did?’
    ‘Tell me.’
    ‘He only paid for Jeff to go to Australia and bring his son back to the UK, everything, airfare for the both of them plus spending money for food and rail fares and that . . .’
    ‘Really?’
    ‘Yes, he did that. It was just like Mr Housecarl to do that for one of his own. He got a lot of loyalty that way. There were other similar things like that he did, but what he did for Jeff Sparrow is the biggest one. The village still talks about it.’
    ‘I see.’
    ‘So the staff loved him, they did . . . old army officer type, always in tweeds. If you got a job at Bromyards you were in a good way of employment. He paid fair wages but it was that he cared for his workers, took an interest in us and was really sorry when he had to let us go one by one, and we were sorry to have to go, especially old Jeff Sparrow.’
    ‘So you left at different times?’
    ‘Yes, sir . . . at different times over many years . . . it seems as he sort of retreated he let his staff go, old Mr Housecarl, God rest him. I mean at first it was the grounds, so the under gardeners went, then the garden got too much. I mean he had staff to look after the grounds but in here,’ for the second time in the interview she tapped the side of head, ‘I mean in here he couldn’t cope with the grounds. Then he couldn’t cope with the garden in his head, he couldn’t, that’s when he let Jeff Sparrow go. Then room by room it all got too much and so the domestics went, one by one, until I was the last one. He lived in just two rooms by then. Then I heard he just lived in one room . . . lived . . . I mean ate and slept in one room within that huge, huge house. He was the last of his line, you see, no more Housecarls after him . . . not from him anyway.’
    ‘So we understand.’
    ‘But he didn’t betray his ancestry, no he didn’t. A proud man he was, sir, principled, a real gentleman of the old school. They say he was camping in the