he disappeared from view without glancing back.
NINE
O n Saturday morning Nottingham stood in the doorway of the house on Marsh Lane, waiting for Emily. She was making an early start, with plenty to do at the school before the pupils arrived. Finally she rushed down the stairs, a shawl pulled around her shoulders, eyes shining at the prospect of a day spent teaching.
There was a widening band of pale blue at the horizon as they crossed Timble Bridge, the girl hurrying to keep pace with her father.
âYouâll be there before your pupils for once,â he teased.
âPapa!â she said, feigning outrage. âIâm not as bad as that.â
He smiled, amused. âIf you say so.â
âI didnât have time to talk to you last night, Papa,â she said. âYou came home late.â
âAye, I know.â Work had kept him busy until well after dark then heâd sat in the White Swan for a hour, quietly sipping a a mug of ale.
âI wanted to tell you, Mr Williamsonâs wife came to the school yesterday,â she said excitedly. âSheâs very grand, isnât she?â
âIs she now?â He thought back to his conversation with the merchant. âWhat did she think?â
âShe wants to help us.â
âHelp?â he asked. âHow?â
âSheâs going to talk to some of the other merchantsâ wives and raise money for us. Weâll be their charity.â She smiled widely and clutched his arm happily. âItâs good news, Papa.â
âItâs wonderful news,â he agreed.
âIt means weâll be able to afford more books. Maybe even somewhere larger â¦â
âI hope you can, love, but donât go making plans before the moneyâs there.â
âOh, I wonât,â she promised, but he knew she was already thinking ahead. It was her way; since sheâd left the cradle sheâd been a dreamer.
They turned from Kirkgate on to the Calls; heâd escort her all the way to the school. His mind was elsewhere when she cried out, âNo!â
Someone had smashed half the mullions on the street window of the school. This was deliberate, he thought immediately, not children throwing stones. Glass glittered in the street. He put his arm around her, drawing her close.
âLet me look inside,â he said. He saw her hand was shaking as she gave him the key. But there was no one within and the closed shutters had kept most of the damage out of the room. He made sure the back door was secure then brought her in.
âYou sweep it up,â he told her. âIâll have Thompson the glazier come by this morning.â
She looked up at him uncomprehendingly. All the earlier joy had vanished from her face. âWhy, Papa? Why would anyone want to do this?â
âI donât know,â he told her. There could be so many reasons; heâd have Sedgwick ask people if there were any rumours flying around. âYou go on,â he said gently.
Rob was at the jail, yawning wide as the Constable entered.
âGet yourself to the school,â Nottingham ordered.
âWhy? Whatâs happened?â Lister asked urgently, standing up and reaching for his coat. âIs Emily all right?
âSheâll be fine, sheâs just shaken. Someone broke the windows there. See Thompson on the way. Tell him I asked if he could look to the job this morning.â
âYes, boss.â
âYou could give her a hand down there, thereâs glass to clean up.â
âIâve got a job for you, John,â he told Sedgwick once the deputy had arrived and downed a mug of ale. âGo down to the Calls. Ask if anyone saw or heard anything last night. Someone smashed the windows at Emilyâs school.â
âWhat?â he asked in alarm. âHow is she?â
âSheâs not hurt. Robâs down there now. I want to know what happened. It was probably drunks,