Showing posts with label Chapter 265. Show all posts
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Monday, February 25, 2013

Mr. Punch of Belgrave Square, Chapter 265





Chapter 265 
Yellow Pinafore



Mr. Punch didn’t bother disguising his usual manner of speaking. In fact. He decided that Fern would respond better to his own voice than she would the formal pretense of Julian’s manner. He and Robert both wished they could have dressed properly, and hoped that Fern would not be shocked by their appearance in their dressing gowns.

The girl didn’t seem to notice their attire.

“Fern?” Mr. Punch smiled softly. “I am the Duke of Fallbridge.”

“Your Grace.” Fern rose from her chair in the hallway.

“And, this,” Punch gestured to Robert, “Is Dr. Halifax. He is me chum.”

“Yes, Your Grace.” Fern nodded.

“You can call me Mr. Punch.” Punch continued.

“Mummy said you’d tell me that.” Fern replied emotionlessly.

“Where is your mummy?” Punch asked.

“Gone.” Fern repeated what she told Charles.

“Gone where?” Robert asked.

“This will tell you.” Fern held up the letter upon which she’d held so tightly since Lady Constance had given it to her.

“Let’s go in the morning room,” Robert said.

Fern nodded and followed the two men. She glanced behind her and saw Charles watching them from the banisters. She looked him in the eyes, and turned again.

“I can take that for you,” Robert suggested once the morning room door was closed behind them.

“I’m to give it to His Grace.” Fern shook her head.

“Well, I shall take it.” Punch smiled.

“Yes, Your Grace.” Fern handed the letter to him. Punch broke the wax seal and opened the envelope. He considered reading it aloud, but decided against it. He read the missive silently to himself, trying to keep his face from registering any reaction and hoped that the shiver of fear which he had experienced hadn’t been obvious to the girl.

When finished, Punch looked up at Robert and handed him the letter.

Robert, too, read it silently.

May it please Your Grace, the Duke of Fallbridge,

The girl who will bring this missive to you is my daughter, Fern. Her father, as you know, is Victor Geddes, the Baron Lensdown. I have seen her freed from Orpha Polk and find myself indebted to the woman called Eudora Stover who risked life and limb so that I might take my daughter to safety. Please be lenient with Miss Stover and your former maid Hortence, the latter who is mostly blinded from Orpha’s cruelty and the former whose own children suffer at the hand of the beast. Still incarcerated in that horrid shack are the children of Gertrude, Lady Lensdown. You must see to it that they are also freed as theirs will be a terrible fate if they are not.

There is, within that house, a monster. It is called Marduk, the offspring of Orpha Polk and her brother, the Baron Lensdown. It is a foul thing with two heads, two mouths, four eyes…and three arms. Eudora informed me that it was Orpha’s intention to one day wed my daughter to the creature, her deformed half-brother.

This horror, I’m sure is my punishment. I am wicked. I am a murderess and responsible for the death of my own mother. My own daughter must not be exposed to wickedness such as mine. Her innocence deserves kinder keepers. The one kind thought my mother ever conceived was the one for which she was killed. She thought it best that Fern should be reared in a home of love. I was to give Fern to you as your ward, if you’d have her. I feared giving away the child I so loved, and, yet, know I beg of you to take her to save her life.

Mine is over. My punishment has been realized and I know what I must do. By the time you read these words, I will have hanged myself from the gallery of my home. Please send the authorities to clear the debris, and, under no circumstances tell Fern what’s become of me or let her see me. I am to be buried without consecration nor monument.

Should you see fit to take my daughter as your charge, know that she is a fine and intelligent girl, if not given to fits of melancholy. Should you not wish this added burden, you might consider making her part of your staff. She will serve you well.

I remain your humble servant,

Constance, Lady Hamish



Robert folded the letter and returned it to its envelope.

“What does my mother say?” Fern asked. “Where has she gone? She insisted I take this and leave the house so she might leave. I was to come straight here. She told me only that she was leaving right away. When will she return for me?”

“She will not,” Punch said honestly and gently. “It is your mother’s wish that you should stay here with us.”

“For how long?”

“Until you’re grown.” Punch answered earnestly.

“But, this is not my home.”

“It shall be,” Punch replied. “Yes, chum?”

“Certainly it shall be.” Robert nodded. “And, it’s a happy home at that. We’ve a son of our own, you know.”

“Oh?” Fern squinted. “How old?”

“He’s a baby.” Punch answered, noting the girl’s terrified expression at the mention of the word.

“A happy, regular baby with one handsome, smiling face and ten little fingers and toes.” Punch added quickly. “He’s named Colin.”

“How do you have a baby?” Fern asked. “Isn’t it strange for two men…”

“Not really.” Robert interrupted. “His Grace and I look after Colin and consider him ours. He is adopted. This is his home and we are his parents and we love him.”

“Sure,” Punch smiled.

“My mother said that I am to live here?”

“Yes.” Punch replied.

“Shall I work for my board?”

“No.” Robert said firmly. “You will live here with us as Colin does. Yes, Mr. Punch?”

“That’s right, Chum.” Punch answered without hesitation.

“I think you’ll like it here.” Robert continued. “We’ve a dog. He’s a friendly, funny furry chap called Dog Toby. And, His Grace has many toys and puppets which he will show you. There’s lots of good food to eat and it’s warm and pretty here.”

“Is it just you, His Grace and the baby?”

“No.” Punch shook his head. “I’ve a sister, Miss Molliner, who, I’m sure will insist you call her Lennie. She lives here as well. She’s a right lovely woman with a good heart, she has. And, then, there’s all the nice folk what work here.”

“Thank you all the same, but, I would rather have my mother.”

Robert spoke up. “Your mother had to leave. She wants you to be safe from those people with whom you’ve been staying and she knew the safest place for you was here with us. We will do all that we can to make you comfortable.”

“Starting with a bath and a new dress, I think.” Mr. Punch suggested gently.

“My other dresses are at home.”

“We will send someone to fetch them for you, and…” Robert glanced at Punch. “To see that all is well at your former home while your mother is away.”

“And, after your bath, you will have a good, warm meal and I shall read to you, if you like.” Punch smiled.

Fern looked from Punch’s face to Robert’s and back again. Finally, she sighed. “I would like a bath.”

“Excellent.” Robert nodded. He walked to the bell pull and rang.

“And, once you have gotten comfortable, we will introduce you to our son and to Dog Toby and to the staff.” Punch smiled.

Fern did not return the smile. “Is my mother dead” She asked.

“Yes, she is.” Punch answered softly. “It is best that you know the truth, I think.”

Fern nodded, silent for a few seconds. Finally, she spoke. “When someone goes to get my things, please see that they get my yellow pinafore.”



Did you miss Chapters 1-264 of Mr. Punch of Belgrave Square? If so, you may read them here. Come back tomorrow for Chapter 266.




 

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Punch's Cousin, Chapter 265

Arthur?” Robert bellowed, rising to his feet. “He’s been shipped out to sea! It can’t be he!”


Meridian looked startled, unaware that Cecil had not yet explained to Robert that Arthur was back.

“Meridian,” Cecil said quickly, “Show Mr….” He paused and looked at Robert. “Does the man have a surname?”

“I don’t know.” Robert snapped. “Do murderous footmen have surnames?”

“Please show Arthur and his companion to the drawing room. We’ll be in shortly.” Cecil concluded.

“To the drawing room?” Robert’s eyes widened. “Why not just take him to my Julian’s bedroom and empty out his jewel case for the man? Or maybe we can give him the key to the knife cellar!”

“Go on, Meridian,” Cecil nodded. “I need to talk with Dr. Halifax.”

Meridian answered, “Sure thing” and shut the door behind her as she exited. “She muttered to herself as she walked to fetch Arthur and Gerard. “I’ll say this, it’s a lot more excitin’ ‘round here than when Dr. Biamenti was home. But, land sakes, I wouldn’t mind if we had a few less wicked folk trottin’ in and out of this house.” She forced herself to smile as she opened the door for Arthur.

“Mr. Halifax says you’re to wait in the drawing room,” Meridian said stiffly.

“Thank you so much,” Arthur smirked as he brushed past the woman. “I know where it is.”

Meanwhile, in the back parlor, Robert fumed. “You knew about this? You knew this man had returned?”

“Yes,” Cecil said. “I’ve not had a chance to tell you yet with Julian being…different again. I…”

“How long as he been back?”

“That I don’t know.” Cecil shrugged. “Long enough to find himself a new set of clothes and some man that he calls his servant. He came here earlier and spoke with me and with Mr. Punch.”

“Why would he come here? Was he looking for Barbara? Who, may I add, I’m disappointed to learn is also here.”

“Arthur was, I think, looking for any possible opportunity he could find to better himself. And, so, we gave him one—one that would benefit all of us.”

“What, exactly, was that?” Robert sighed with irritation.

“We asked him to obtain the blue diamond from Ulrika Rittenhouse.” Cecil said softly.

“You what?” Robert growled. “You’d trust him for such a…”

Robert was interrupted as Arthur and Gerard entered the room.

“You were told to wait in the Drawing Room.” Robert snapped.

“Didn’t feel like waitin’.” Arthur winked. “Not with this burnin’ a hole in me pocket.” He held the diamond aloft. “It’s heavy. Makin’ me tired.”

“I say,” Robert narrowed his eyes.

“Well, then,” Arthur grinned. “Doctor, you look surprised. Didn’t you think I’d carry out my assignment?”

“I’ve only just learned of your assignment. However, no, I didn’t think you’d do it.”

“And, is Ulrika Rittenhouse still living?” Cecil asked.

“Sure, she is.” Arthur laughed.

“Almost didn’t…” Gerard began.

“Shut it!” Arthur snapped.

“Sorry, Artie,” Gerard frowned.

“Listen, it don’t matter how we got it, just that we got it.” Arthur muttered.

“Well, then, hand it over.” Robert said.

“I’ll make arrangements to compensate you.” Cecil walked forward.

“No, Sir,” Arthur shook his head slowly. “I’m afraid my terms have changed a bit.”

At that very moment, Ulrika sat up and sputtered, looking around her room and coughing.

“Ah,” Iolanthe smiled from a dark corner. “I see you’re coming back to us.”

“What?” Ulrika coughed. “What are you doing here?”

“I’ve been watching you—making plans, trying to decide what to do with you. I wanted to see what chances nature would give me.” Iolanthe walked into the light.

“Nature.” Ulrika croaked. “There’s nothing natural about any of this.”

“You’ve been given some sort of potion by Arthur,” Iolanthe smiled. “My dear, you do trust the wrong men.”

“I trust no one.” Ulrika tired to get off of the bed, but found herself too weak.

“Yet, you led him right to the diamond.” Iolanthe shook her head.

“Even under the influence of that potion,” Ulrika grinned weakly, “I’m no fool, Iolanthe.”

“Then, why is that Arthur and his hired idiot walked out of here with that stone?”

“They didn’t.” Ulrika coughed. “They left with the fake.”



Did you miss Chapters 1-264?  If so, you can read them here.