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He glanced at Lucy, who had been intently listening to him. ‘I found his actions so hard to comprehend. I could understand why he was reluctant to tell them how ill he was until the last possible moment, but to make them hate him! To deliberately make them believe he was a drunk and a womaniser; to alienate himself from the family he doted on, so they would embark on a new life without him. Dear God! I can only imagine what that must have done to a man like Barney … so in love with his wife, and doting on his children the way he did. Anyone could see how Barney’s family were his entire world.’

He glanced at Mary. ‘Your father was a remarkable man.’

‘I’m beginning to realise that more and more.’ Mary answered him softly, her thoughts taking her back to the daddy she remembered, the kindly man who would sit her on his knee and enthral her with magical tales.

An anger took hold of her. ‘He needed them so much! Why didn’t he tell them how ill he was? He should have told them. HE SHOULD HAVE TOLD THEM!’

‘No, Mary.’ Lucy calmed her. ‘You’re so wrong, my darling.’ Lucy herself had often wondered why Barney did not put himself first, especially when he was so desperately ill. Deep down though, she knew he had done the right thing – for his family if not for himself. ‘If he had told them how ill he was, they would have stayed. They would have seen him suffer the way I saw him suffer, day and night, hurting, fading away until he was like a helpless baby.’

She paused and swallowed, then went on in hushed tones: ‘After they were gone, he was so lonely. He would have given anything for it not to have happened. He desperately needed Vicky and the children to be with him to the end, to support and help him, and lift his spirits when he was down.’

‘Then why didn’t he tell them?’

‘Because he was a bigger man than that. He sent them away, out of love. He knew he was not able to go with them; that the opportunity had been cruelly snatched from him. But, by turning them against him, he gave them all their once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, a chance to go to America and build the kind of life they would never be able to find here.’

Adam intervened. ‘I can’t begin to imagine how he must have suffered, to see his beloved family sail away without him. Barney Davidson loved his family like no other man I know. Yet he made them believe that he didn’t care for them any more – that he despised them. He wanted them to believe that he was rotten to the core, a drunkard who preferred the company of street-women to his own darling wife.’

He took another swig of his whisky. ‘God only knows where a man could find the strength to do a thing like that.’

The talk now focused on Barney’s family, with the doctor asking, ‘His daughter Susie will be what …’ He did a mental calculation, ‘… thirty-five, six?’

‘Older, I think,’ Lucy answered. ‘Ronnie would be about thirty-nine, and Thomas, a couple of years older.’ She shook her head in disbelief. ‘It seems incredible. In my mind’s eye I still see them as young people. I often wonder, if I saw them in the street, would I even recognise them?’

She thought of Barney’s wife, that lovely, vivacious creature he adored, and her heart was sore. ‘As for Vicky, she was a few years older than me.’ Adding up the years, she was shocked. ‘Good Lord! She must be well into her sixties by now.’

‘Do you think they’ve made good, the way Barney hoped they would?’ That was Mary’s question.

Lucy pondered for a moment. ‘Yes,’ she answered. ‘No doubt Susie will have gone on to be a designer of sorts. Thomas was always the shrewd businessman – there was a lot of Barney in Thomas. As for Ronnie, well, I wouldn’t like to say. He was headstrong and never seemed to have a particular direction in his life, and after what happened with Barney and everything, I don’t know. There was a lot of bitterness in the end. Who can tell how they all survived the trauma of what happened?’

Mary acknowledged her mother’s words with a thoughtful nod of the head. ‘You’re right,’ she murmured. ‘It doesn’t bear thinking about.’

The old doctor remembered each family member with affection, but as he recalled, Barney’s wife was an exceptionally delightful creature. ‘Vicky has managed to survive intact, I believe. Marriage to Leonard Maitland has given her security and companionship.’

Lucy said stoutly, ‘Yes, Vicky would have kept them all together. She was strong in nature, and very protective of them all. On that last day when she came to see Barney, it was to plead with him. Even after all he had done, she was ready to forgive him. But he played his part well. He sent her away, and that must have broken her heart; it certainly broke his. But, yes! I think somehow or another, Vicky would have kept them all going despite their problem.’

‘You did know that Leonard Maitland was in love with Vicky?’ the doctor said.

Lucy smiled. ‘I think most people knew that – even Barney. He would tease Vicky about it. But it made no difference to either of them, because they had eyes only for each other.’

She imparted a secret she had kept for too long. ‘One day, soon after Mary was born, Barney and I were sitting outside on the swing, when he spoke of Leonard. He told me how he had always known Leonard was a good man, that he had confided in Leonard and made him swear never to tell anyone the truth. He also said that he had asked Leonard to take care of Vicky, and marry her when he was dead, because he knew how much in love with her he was.’

Adam nodded. ‘Knowing that Leonard had promised to take care of Vicky would have given Barney some peace of mind.’

During the course of the conversation, they touched on most things. There was talk of Lucy writing to Vicky, and she said it was something she had to do, and very soon.

‘One thing at a time though,’ she said. ‘Coming here has taken up all my energy. But I have it in mind to contact Vicky.’ She looked at the old doctor. ‘I haven’t been able to write before, because I had no way of knowing where they were. But I have a sneaking feeling that you have their address. Am I right, Doctor Lucas?’

A shy little smile crept over his features. ‘You’ve caught me out,’ he admitted. ‘I do have the address of Leonard’s office in Boston. On the day he sailed for America, he said if there was anything that Barney needed, I was to let him know straightaway.’

He gave a long, drawn-out sigh. ‘Of course, I never asked him for anything. Firstly because Barney would not have wanted me to, and secondly, because there was absolutely nothing that Leonard could have done for him. When all was said and done, I thought it best to cut away from them, for the family’s sake, and because Barney had gone to such horrendous lengths to make sure they would not come back.’

‘Would you mind giving me the address?’

‘Not at all. I know exactly where I have it.’ He struggled out of his chair and picked up his stick. ‘In fact, I may as well find it now, and then we can simply enjoy our evening together.’

As he went from the room, Mary crossed to the window and peered out. ‘Such an interesting garden,’ she observed. ‘I do love the conservatory.’ Stroking her chin with the tips of her fingers, she mused aloud, ‘I wonder if there might be space for us to have one built at home?’

When she beckoned for the others to come and see, Lucy and Ben made their way over to join her. Adam, however, had other ideas. Leaving the room, he stood a while in the hallway, listening intently. When he heard the doctor muttering and moaning, he followed the sound down the passage towards the old man’s study, and tapped on the open door. ‘Do you think we could have a word?’ he asked as the doctor swung round to face him.

‘But of course. Come in!’

Adam thought he had never seen such a chaotic room.

The study was piled high with boxes of old files and documents; boxes on the desk, boxes against the wall, and more boxes on top of the filing cabinets. ‘I’m always meaning to set about tidying this place up,’ the old man explained, ‘but somehow, I never seem to get round to it. Lizzie kindly offered to sort it all out, but I can’t let her loose on this little lot. The poor darling would not know what goes where, or how to decipher half of it. Besides, most of these are patients’ private records. They need to be carefully gone through and meticulously filed, and that’s my job.’

He carried on muttering as he threw boxes out of the way. Then: ‘There it is!’ Digging into one of the half-open desk-drawers, he waved a piece of paper in the air. ‘I knew it wouldn’t be far away.’

‘I just need a minute of your time, if that’s all right?’ Adam thought that Raymond Lucas was more like an absent-minded professor than a doctor.

‘Sorry!’ He sat on the edge of the desk. ‘You have my full attention now, so please fire away. What’s on your mind?’

‘May I close the door?’

Dr Lucas frowned. ‘If you must, yes … close it.’

Adam quietly did so. ‘It’s just that I wouldn’t want Lucy to overhear this.’

‘Well, go on then, man! What is it?’

‘It’s just that, well, as you have the contact address for Leonard, I wondered if you might also have information regarding another ghost from the past.’ He lowered his voice. ‘Edward Trent … the man who caused little Jamie’s drowning. Lucy still has nightmares about that. She doesn’t know whether he’s alive or dead, or even if he might turn up at any minute. So, if it turned out that somebody had finished him off, it would give us all some peace of mind.’

The old man understood immediately. ‘That was a terrible thing and no mistake,’ he said sombrely.

‘So, have you any idea what happened to him?’

‘No,’ the doctor apologised. ‘None whatsoever. It’s a mystery to me why they never caught him, but then we knew him to be a cunning fox. Either he had an argument with some other lowlife and was left for dead in some dark, God-forsaken place, or he managed to get far enough away to escape the law.’

‘So, God forbid, he could still be on the loose somewhere?’ Adam was bitterly disappointed, because even though many years had passed, Edward Trent still cast a dark shadow over their lives.

Though Adam would never mention it to Lucy, not a day went by when he didn’t fear for her safety. ‘When Lucy rejected him that night, he seemed to lose his sanity. I would feel much safer if I knew where he was today. Somehow, I don’t believe he’s a man who would easily forget being rejected by a woman.’ A thought occurred to him. ‘I hope you never give out Lucy’s address?’

The older man was wounded. ‘Good God, man, what do you take me for? Haven’t I kept her address safe these many years?’

Adam apologised. ‘I’m sorry. It’s just that I do worry about her. There’s always the chance that he might come back and look for her.’

‘I doubt that. He may be dangerous, but he’s not mad. Even if he is still alive, why would he take a chance like that now?’

All the same, he understood Adam’s concern. ‘Let’s hope we’ll never see hide nor hair of him again, and Lucy can learn to forget.’