Part 13 (1/2)
”Nancy's the b.i.t.c.h as nailed the pullet to my door. Wouldn't give 'er the pleasure o' takin' it off, I wouldn't. It can stay there, and look as foolish as Nancy 'ersel, by my mind.”
I sat back, thoroughly at sea. ”And why should the woman do such a thing?”
”'Er son Bob was on the boat. Just fifteen, 'e was. I'm not sayin' as she ain't got a right to mourn, same as all o' them-but a chicken?” chicken?”
”The grounding occurred last spring, you said, and yet your husband's hanging came only two weeks ago. How do you account for it?”
She shrugged, and pulled herself to her feet, the soiled dressing gown sagging about her hips. ”Screwin' up their courage, more'n likely. Nancy Harding was, for certain sure-it took er long enough to show my Bill for a coward. She only stuck that chicken there the night afore he got took.”
”As a sort of-signal?” I enquired, with sudden inspiration.
”Dunno.”
I paused for reflection, and allowed the sense of this to sink in. ”You speak of your husband's being taken. Did his murderers come to this very door?”
She shook her head and her eyes filled with tears. ”? was at the Three Cups, same as always, 'cept that night 'e din' come 'ome. I reckon they bamboozled 'im on the street, when be 'adn't much fight in im, and strung 'im up when no one was to see.”
Remembering the image of that fateful dawn-the surf cras.h.i.+ng whitely over the gibbet and its terrible burden- I s.h.i.+vered involuntarily. How horrible to meet one's end at the hands of neighbours, and to know that pleas for help will avail one nothing, when the weight of community opinion has condemned one already to death! I understood, now, the positioning of the gibbet-Bill Tibbit had been executed in the very midst of the furious waters, in a manner to recall the deaths his carelessness had caused.
”Who is likely to have served your husband so rough a justice, Mrs. Tibbit?”
She eyed me warily over the lip of her brandy botde, which must be fast approaching its dregs. ”Why d'you want to know all this? What's my Bill to you?”
I hesitated, as if in consideration of her trustworthiness, then leaned a little closer. ”You may have heard of Captain Percival Fielding,” I began.
Her eyes lit up, and she licked her lips with avidity. ”'Im what got popped out on the Charmouth road.”
”Exactly so.”
”And?” She was all enthusiasm for the intelligence.
”I was on terms of some intimacy with the Captain.” I cast my eyes downwards, to suggest a nearer interest than I felt The att.i.tude was not lost upon my interlocutor.
”Sweet on 'im, eh? And lookin' fer answers?” Maggie slapped her thighs with relish. ”Sad to say, miss, but you won't find 'em near my Bill.”
”Your husband never knew Captain Fielding?”
”Not as I could say.”
I allowed my disappointment to be obvious. ”I had thought it possible your husband performed a job of work for the Captain....”
”And if be did?'” Maggie replied, crossing her arms over her ample chest. ”There's still no call to kill 'im.”
”But did did your husband do some work for Captain Fielding-in his garden perhaps?” your husband do some work for Captain Fielding-in his garden perhaps?”
She shrugged, with infinite disregard. ”Makes no odds. My Bill drank what little 'is labour fetched, and me never the wiser.”
I cast about for another approach. ”Did your husband claim any of the local men as particular friends, Mrs. Tib-bit?”
”A few,” she replied. ”Leastways, until the Royal Belle Royal Belle went down.” went down.”
”And might he have worked in tandem with them?”
”In what?”
”Might they have gone out to work together?”
Her expression of bewildered irritation cleared of a sudden. ”Matt Hurley,” she declared.
”The man who”-I hesitated, then found more acceptable words-”the man whom Mr. Smollet seemed to find so objectionable?”
”The very one,” she replied, with a gleam of satisfaction in her eye. ”'E's a rare one, is Matty. Likes to set 'imsel up as foreman o' the crews, what stands out on Broad o' Mondays, waitin' on people's fancy.”
This took a moment to decipher. ”The local men wait in gangs on Broad Street of a Monday, in the hope that someone will purchase their labour?”
”That they do. Matty styles 'imsel a gang 'ead, 'e does.”
I had seen such groups of men loitering about the street corners, and thought them merely idle rogues, never realising there was a purpose to their inactivity.
At this interesting juncture, a knock unfortunately came upon the door, and the dim shape of a head appeared through the window's stained oilcloth. Joe Smollet, I supposed; and Maggie should be little likely to turn him away again. Very well-I should take my leave. But a few questions yet remained to me.
”Where might? find Matthew Hurley?” I enquired.
”The Three Cups,” the widow said, with a dubious look; ”not that a lady like yoursel 'ud go to the pub o' nights.” She crossed to the window and squinted through its murkiness, waggling her fingers. ”I'm much obliged to yer fer the kids' things, miss, but IVe bizness that wants attendinV'
”I understand.” I rose and brushed absent-mindedly at my skirts. ”Have you any idea, Mrs. Tibbit, why a white flower should be left near your husband's gibbet?”
”A white flower,” she said, staring. ”What white flower?”
”A lily, I believe. You knew nothing of it?”
”Not a whisper. Coo, that's odd, that is. What'd they go puttin' a flower by Bill fer?”
”I cannot imagine,” I replied, ”though the act itself bears a decidedly melancholy aspect.”
Maggie reached for the door latch and pulled it meaningfully-to suggest, I suppose, that the interview was at a close. I stepped over little Jack, who was rolling about in the dirt with a tomcat of ferocious appearance, and opened my purse.
”The price of your silk, Mrs. Tibbit,” I said.
She turned over the peach-coloured stuff with an expression of regret, but deemed my three guineas to afford a deeper satisfaction; and so we parted, equally pleased with our bargaining. I had learned from her a little to my purpose, but hardly enough; it remained to locate the resourceful Mr. Matt Hurley, an errand for another day.
BUT THE MOST CURIOUS EVENT OF THIS MORNING'S ACTIVITY occurred as I was wending my way out of the River Buddie district. For it was then I observed the approach of a carriage, that bore a familiar coat of arms upon the door, and within its depths, a lady much veiled, as I observed upon her leaning out the window in converse with her tyger. Mrs. Barnewall, if I was not utterly mistaken, and her carriage pulled up before Maggie Tibbit's very door. occurred as I was wending my way out of the River Buddie district. For it was then I observed the approach of a carriage, that bore a familiar coat of arms upon the door, and within its depths, a lady much veiled, as I observed upon her leaning out the window in converse with her tyger. Mrs. Barnewall, if I was not utterly mistaken, and her carriage pulled up before Maggie Tibbit's very door.
1 Austen here describes a feature of the River Buddie district that was apparently not wiuiout design. Geofftey Morley notes in his book, Austen here describes a feature of the River Buddie district that was apparently not wiuiout design. Geofftey Morley notes in his book, Smuggling in Hamps.h.i.+re and Dorset, ijoo-1850 Smuggling in Hamps.h.i.+re and Dorset, ijoo-1850 (Newbury, Berks.h.i.+re: Countryside Books, revised edition, 1994), that this was die traditional smugglers' quarter of Lyme, and that the proximity of the housing served as a useful means of escape. When a smuggler's home was to be searched, its occupants often fled out die back windows to the houses on the Buddie's opposite bank, taking their contraband with them. - (Newbury, Berks.h.i.+re: Countryside Books, revised edition, 1994), that this was die traditional smugglers' quarter of Lyme, and that the proximity of the housing served as a useful means of escape. When a smuggler's home was to be searched, its occupants often fled out die back windows to the houses on the Buddie's opposite bank, taking their contraband with them. -Editor's note.2 Maggie Tibbit is presumably referring to the two-story structure set upon a knoll between West Bexington and Puncknowle. It was built as a signal tower for the Sea Fencibles, the local militia arrayed against a seaborne invasion by Napoleon; it commanded a view beyond Portland and Weymouth to the east, and over Bridport to Lyme Regis and Lyme Bay some seven miles distant Signal fires would have been lit to warn of enemy s.h.i.+ps approaching the coast, which ran straight and clear at this point, making for easy landing. - Maggie Tibbit is presumably referring to the two-story structure set upon a knoll between West Bexington and Puncknowle. It was built as a signal tower for the Sea Fencibles, the local militia arrayed against a seaborne invasion by Napoleon; it commanded a view beyond Portland and Weymouth to the east, and over Bridport to Lyme Regis and Lyme Bay some seven miles distant Signal fires would have been lit to warn of enemy s.h.i.+ps approaching the coast, which ran straight and clear at this point, making for easy landing. -Editor's note.
Chapter 16 - The Night in Question.
Friday, 21 September 1804 *