The Noble Coachman – Chapter 22

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Chapter 22
Squeaks’ Army

 

The thundering of more than eighty horses echoed through the rundown tenement houses of east London. Hearing over three hundred horseshoes galloping on cobble-stoned streets, resonating echoes in the dead of night, brought people to their windows. Fog shrouded the riders creating fear in the hearts of Whitechapel. There was pride in the drivers seeing their valiant horses in the hunt, anxious to be successful on a rescue for Dorset’s daughter. The former Whitechapel drivers lead two teams on different routes for faster arrival. Within a block of Hanbury Street, the Whitechapel drivers began the sharp piercing whistles. Together, they created a cacophony of sounds, which split the silence and woke all of east London.

“What the bloody hell is that noise?” Asked the one-eyed man. Both brothers ran to the window and could see carriages pulling along the street, as far as they could see. Brad went to the back. “Same back here. I think they’ve come for us. There must be a hundred of them, and some are coming in the back way.”

“Upstairs, now!” The men ran upstairs where Squeaks was shivering under her bloody shredded nightshirt.

“Thank you, God,” Squeaks said to herself hearing the drivers coming to rescue her. “Up here,” she shouted, waving her nightshift out of the window. “My Army!” she said aloud with tears rolling down her cheeks.

The brothers ran into her room and shoved her to the bed. They locked the door behind them. The three of them could hear the downstairs doors being kicked open, while others gathered below her window. One of the brothers placed his pistol to Squeaks head. The one-eyed man was at the foot of the bed, also with his gun pointed towards her. Heavy boots were clambering up the steps.

Suddenly, their door burst open with a dozen or more drivers piling into the room. All their pistols were drawn at one man or the other. Kip found his way to the front.

“Kip,” cried Squeaks as the other brother Brad cocked his gun. The sound was very distinctive.

“One more step and she’s a dead little girl. Seems we have a stalemate, mate,” The one-eyed man gleamed, pointing his firearm at Kip. “There’s a right lot of you drivers. If you let us leave, she will live. Otherwise, all three of us die right here.

Squeaks was trembling while trying to hold her nightshift in front of her. She felt the cold steel against the side of her face. She prayed the one-eyed man wouldn’t fire at Kip.

“Let me through.” Inspector Marshall arrived next to Kip.

Kip was seething with hate. His eyes focused on the one-eyed man, while he remembered the image of his sister dying on the floor of the icehouse. The same was planned for Squeaks. He was surprised that the inspector was keeping quiet, allowing him to vent the scathing words that had been fermenting for a year.

“You raped and beat two women to death, and Miss Dorset was next,” Kip said, pointing to Squeaks, purposely, not looking at her. Death is too good for you. Perhaps you should suffer the same fate. I know of some jails where the raping would never end for you. You would beg for death.”

“Your words don’t mean much to my brother and me right now. We want a carriage and a driver, then we will let the little lady and the driver out of the coach once we leave London.”

The room grew silent. The drivers knew Kip was compelled to make a decision.

Out of the quieted crowd in the room, a single shot rang out. Brad, with his pistol to Squeaks’ temple, flew back against the wall, dead. Blood splattered on Squeaks face. A driver ran to Squeaks’ side and using his cloak, he covered her.

All the drivers trained their guns on the man with the glass eye. It seemed everyone wanted a shot at him.

The one-eyed man now trained his gun in Squeaks’ direction.

“Inspector, arrest me. You must arrest me! I wasn’t going to kill her. See for yourself. She is unharmed.”

Inspector Marshall stood there, staring at him.

Kip had looked at the injuries to Squeaks face and the blood trickling from her ear and mouth. He cast his head to the side and looked sternly at the inspector.

“Justice is yours, Kip.”

Kip turned and faced the man, as Squeaks looked on. Chants emanated from behind …  KILL HIM!

Kip felt guilty for having such easy revenge. Finally, he had the man who killed his sister right in front of him, begging, pleading and soiling his trousers. A few moments passed, feeling like minutes, as Kip contemplated what he was about to do. He wanted this man to continue to plead and cry, as his sister must have done. The inspector gave him great power, but he was a nobleman. It was his duty to protect others. “I wish I had time to castrate you before you die. However, one of these drivers is going to shoot you if I don’t.”

“You can’t do this. Think of your sister.”

“I am.”

Kip raised the pistol slowly and cocked it. The room went silent as the night.

“Kip, do you know what you’re doing?” Came a rasping voice from Squeaks.

“I do.”

“This is for the brutal death of two frail women you beat and raped; and for the abduction and torture to Miss Dorset. I have been waiting a year to find you, and I will be damned for this, but I don’t care.”

He squeezed the trigger with great satisfaction.  Suddenly, another half dozen firearms were fired simultaneously, so no one man could be made the murderer. They were protecting Kip from prosecution. Blood started pouring from the man’s head and body. The last brother crumpled to the floor, the one eye still open in horror.

“He didn’t deserve the easy way out,” Kip said, handing his pistol to Marshall.

 

Kip rushed to Squeaks with her bloody face and labored breathing.

The inspector asked the drivers to wait downstairs. He did not want to know who fired the first shot killing the one brother. He would see that it was handled in the police records without questions or real names. He closed the door behind him but waited there.

Kip’s eyes wept as he saw the bruising and puffing to her face, blood running from several places and a mass of clotted blood was caught in her hair. Beginning to hug her, he realized she had a broken arm, too. Under the driver’s cloak, he could see a nightslip.

“I need this to make a sling, for your arm, Sweets.” As he pulled it away, he saw her perfect breasts and her undergarment.

“You saved my life, you … you saved me. You are so brave.” Tears slipped from her eyes. “I was so afraid for you. I couldn’t go on if anything happened to you.”

They both wept openly while they kept touching the other as if confirmation was needed that they were alive. Looking at her battered body, he said, “Let’s get you out of here. Are you injured in any other way but your face, arm, and head Sweets?” He asked as he stroked her shortened hair. He lifted her to his chest and walked to the door, where the Inspector opened it for him.

“No, I don’t think so. I don’t remember everything. Thank you, Inspector.”

“You’re going to the hospital to be checked all over.”

“I can’t.”

“Bloody hell, you can’t. I am carrying you there, like it or not.”

“But …”

Kip stopped. “But what?”

“I found out father has been buying me boys undergarments all these years. They will see that at the hospital.”

Inspector Marshall was heard snickering. “You take her to the hospital. I’ll go visit Lord Stokes and then come find you.”

“Why are you laughing?” Squeaks asked with her one good arm around his neck.

“Only you could have been through this horrendous time and then worry about your underwear. Can I reward your Army for their help?”

“Yes, but how? You said they wouldn’t take money.”

“I have a way.”

 

Kip carried her halfway down the steps to a large cheering group of drivers. He stopped.

“Men, Squeaks is forever in your debt. She knows her Army came to her rescue. As battered as she is and with a broken arm, too, the first thing she worried about was that you men might see her in her boy’s undergarment that Clyde has continued to buy for her.” Kip moved his arm, so the men could see her butt in that garment. An uproarious laugh echoed the house.

Squeaks started to complain.

“Shush, you pesky little driver.”

“You didn’t think I was pesky when you . . .” She mumbled something into Kip’s ear.

“She’s still being trained for polite company,” Kip shouted to the men.

All the drivers laughed.

“Drinks on me, tomorrow night. You all know where.”

Kip carried her through the cheering brotherhood of drivers, who were shouting all kind of accolades to London’s own female driver. She was a trinket to them.

“Is Zac still here?”

“Over here, Kip.”

“Can you drive us to the hospital. Marc, bring my horse to me, there.

“I don’t think I’ve met Zac,” Squeaks said.

“No, I don’t think you have either, but he has a surprise for you.”

“For me?”

“Yes, he and another driver, Perkins, brought you a present.”

It was pitch black as the drivers began to ride their coaches and horses home. It had taken a moment before Zac appeared at the front of the house. A large neighborhood crowd had gathered. Zac jumped down and opened the door, folded down the stepping mechanism as usual. Kip stepped inside the coach and heard Squeaks, shout with glee.

“Sarah! Oh, how I worried you wouldn’t get caught. I have you to thank for this mass of men who came to save us.”

“Deary, I’ve never had so much fun as when they started into London. What a sight, what a sound. I see they broke your arm after I left. Did they …?”

Squeaks quickly answered, “I don’t think so. I was unconscious for a while. We are on the way to the hospital now. Kip, could you see that Sarah is taken care of for a night or two until I can reward her. I am sure Lord Caldwell will want to do something.”

“Of course, I’ll take care of her.”

 

“I’m happy to tell you, Mr. Dorset and your Lordship that Squeaks is alive and released. She is injured, but nothing that is life-threatening.”

“Oh, thank you, thank you,” Dorset said, pumping the Inspector’s hand up and down.

“I had very little to do with it. I think you’ll both be proud that over fifty drivers came to her rescue at 3:00 a.m. this morning and swarmed the house she was being held in. This was all organized by driver Trevor Kipling. He planned it, executed it, and took down the man with the eyepatch.”

“Took down?” asked Lord Stokes.

“He dispatched him. Both brothers are deceased. He walked out carrying Squeaks in his arms to a cheering mass of drivers, or the Brotherhood as I believe they’re called.”

“Yes, that’s what we call ourselves,” smiled Clyde.

“It’s all over. Kip will bring her home later after she’s been examined and had her arm plastered. Your Lordship, you now have two drivers in casts.”

“Yes, I guess I will have to give that some thought. Thank you, again, Inspector.”

 

“We are nearing the hospital. Sarah, I can tell Zac where to take you home, if you wish, or you may stay in the second bedchamber at my home.”

“I thinks I’ll go home for the time bein’.”

“Oh, Sarah, you accomplished a dangerous mission. I wish everyone could know of your courageous act. I will visit soon.”

“You take care of yourself, Deary.”

The carriage stopped at the entrance to the hospital. Kip reached into his pocket and pulled out coins and gave them to Sarah. “That is, for now, Sarah.”

The coach door opened. As Kip exited, still carrying Squeaks, he asked Zac to note the address where she was left off.

Climbing the steps of the hospital, he was looking into Squeaks face. His heart was breaking for her. “You know, I once thought you were pretty.”

“And now you don’t? It is because of my face?”

“I’m not quite sure in this light. Your hair is gone; your eyes are black. You have blood all over your face. Your cute little petite nose is now big and crooked. You have a limp arm here somewhere, and your naked under this cloak.”

“You forgot to say I have boy’s underpants on.” Squeaks added as she frowned.

“How could I forget that? And I’ve even seen them. There’s not many that would love a woman looking like this … except maybe me.”

“I have a lump on my head.”

“Oh dear. One of those, too? What will I do with you?” He frowned.

“Marry me?”

“Hmmm … Well … I will have to think about marrying someone who doesn’t wear lace knickers.”

“You know about those, do you?”

“It appears you know nothing of them. I should buy you the kind I like most.”

Kip pushed open the hospital door with his foot and backed in carrying his future wife. Several nurses came running up to them.

“This young woman, named Rebecca Dorset, was kidnapped and tortured. I think she could use a good going over,” he smiled down a Squeaks.

“Does that mean everywhere?” She asked, casting her eyes down.

“It’s either them or me. Your choice.” It was hard to see, but Squeaks was blushing like he’d never seen her. Her spirits were high, and that was a godsend to him.

A rolling bed was instantly before him, and he laid her on it. He wanted to kiss her before she was whisked away, but he thought better of it. “How long will she be?”

“Are you her husband?”

“Soon.” They wheeled her through the door.

“A few hours if she is allowed to leave.” The nurse called back as the doors swung closed.

He sat down in the waiting room. First came in the apostles, then Zac, followed by many drivers. It was standing room only.

“Marc, she will be several hours before anyone can see her. Is my horse outside. I need to get away for a while.”

“Aye, Kip. I’ll watch over her until you return.” Marc thought Kip was headed to Lord Stokes.

Kip would visit his father’s home.

 

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“Son, I am so glad to see you safe and hear that Lady Squeaks can mend. I’m proud of you.”

“Father, I am going to ask her to marry me. Maybe not today or tomorrow, but I felt you should know.”

“Trevor, if she is who you want as a wife, you have my blessing. Does she know of your title, yet?”

“So far, I think it is still unknown. It is my intention to continue allowing her to drive if she wants to do that. I will stay a driver, too, until you think I need to be home. Perhaps I can break it to her gently. I will try, at any rate. I must leave for home. I need to change and get my coach to take Squeaks home to Lord Stokes. We will see you when we can.”

“And Mary?”

“When she last appeared, she was happy again. I think she has moved on. I will always believe she stayed because she knew I needed some closure. She assisted me with that. I will miss her terribly now.”

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The Noble Coachman – Chapter 21

 

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Chapter 21
The Brotherhood

 

To Squeaks, it felt like hours since Sarah hopefully escaped the house. Suddenly, her door burst open. Whoever it was, did not have a lantern with them.

Squeaks coward in a dark corner of the room, hoping the open window would not be noticed.

“Where is she?” Came a booming voice.

Squeaks could hear him moving about the room as if searching for her or a missing charwoman. That must mean that Sarah escaped, she thought. Being in a crouched position, she could see a dim light coming from the open door. She debated whether to run or not. The other man was somewhere. She had heard him return. Squeaks sensed the man in her room was coming her way and made a dash for the door. She was quickly subdued with her nightshift being ripped from her body. The man put his rough hands on her breasts.

“What have we here,” he asked in a playful voice.

“Nothing that belongs to you.” Squeaks started kicking his shins. She remembered her father telling her what to do if any man approached her with violence. As she swung her foot into his groin area, she felt her arm snap. He hollered louder in pain than then she did. The second man entered the room carrying a lantern.

His brother was writhing on the floor while Squeaks tried again to slip past him to the door. He easily caught her by the throat and lifted her onto the bed. “Did my brother try to have his way with you, pretty lass?” Placing the lamp on the table, his hand still in a stranglehold around her neck, he felt her breast, finally resting his hand between her thighs overtop of her undergarment.

“You know, my brother is selfish. He took both lasses first. I had to take second. That won’t work three times. He began to rip her underwear off but not without a fight.

Squeaks tried to fight back with her one arm, but she wasn’t succeeding in her own defense.

“Brad, you idiot,” came from the brother on the floor, “that charwoman you hired has escaped. We don’t have time for the wench.”

Unclenching fingers left her neck and private area. Brad backhanded her, knocking her unconscious against the wall. Her mouth bled badly from her teeth cutting the inside of her lips. The two men left the room.

It took Squeaks a few minutes to focus. She struggled with the pain in her arm, face and was gasping for air. She would never survive the next round. She felt like she was going into a coma. Her mind whirled. Any of the hundred drivers she had met or seen was capable of doing what just happened to her … and she hadn’t seen the worst. She knew men were much stronger, but the power they could actually wield against a woman fighting shattered her image of how she could protect herself. Why are women so weak? Now, she understood Kip’s obsession with protecting her or any woman. She’s not sure if she fainted again.

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Kip heard his kitchen door open and men talking. Kyle returned with Inspector Marshall.

“Kip, you seem to have a plan. Do you mind sharing it with me or shall I endeavor to find her with my men?” Marshall cautioned.

Before answering, Kip looked at Kyle, who was holding a bag. “Stokes is gathering what he has in the house,” said Marshall.

Kip took the bag from Kyle and opened it, first pulling out a hank of her beautiful black hair that he loved so much. The apostles silently flinched in sorrow for Kip. Unable to grasp the enormity of what he was holding, he laid her hair in front of her sketch on the mantel. It looked like a shrine to those who saw it.

“There’s a note, Kip.”

Dropping the bag to the floor, he unfolded the note and read it. Mary swirled in his mind, bidding for his attention. He fell into the nearest chair. Holding his head, seemingly in a trance, he watched the images she produced for him.

“What’s wrong with him?” Asked the Inspector.

“We don’t know, but he’s done this before. Just wait. He’ll tell us something after he faints.”

“Faints?”

“Just wait.”

Kip closed his eyes, and the room went silent. First, she showed him the one-eyed man in the room with Squeaks. He jumped to his feet, pacing the floor with his eyes closed, fingers rubbing his temples. Everyone took a step back giving him room. As the image broadened, the one-eyed man was holding her bloodied nightshift. All went blank after that except for the number twenty-seven. Without realizing it, he kept repeating 27, 27, 27. Kip collapsed to the floor after that. Matthew and Lucas rushed to him as he was opening his eyes.

“Give me a few seconds, men.” Kip laid there and collected his thoughts and strength. Everyone was staring at him.

“The one-eyed man has her; he has a glass eye,” he said, looking at Marshall. She is still alive, but she’s been injured in some way, and I believe she’s stripped of most of her clothing. Excuse me for a minute or two.” Kip took the steps, three at a time, to the upstairs.

“Dear God, what he must be going through.”

There was silence in the room.

“Did anyone hear him say twenty-seven? I thought I heard him repeat that.”

“Me too.”

“Can someone explain what’s going on with him,” inquired Marshall.

“We don’t know. He just showed us this tonight. See these drawings; this came from his head, he said. He says they are exact drawings of who we are looking for. Kyle can testify to the coach.”

“So what did the note say?” Someone asked.

“The Inspector picked it up from the floor and read it to them.”

“It sounds like she may still be alive,” Marc replied.

“I am sure Kip, and I put no credence in that part of the statement.” The inspector added.

Kip came down the stairs asking what time it was.

“Quarter past 2:00 a.m.”

 

Hiding in dark doorways, because of the increasing streetlamps, Sarah felt she was finally in the better part of town. The streets were full of coachmen ferrying home the society after their evening out. She tried hailing a few coaches, but no one would stop for a person dressed as her.

Sarah would have to think of another way.

One coachman, having delivered his riders, was coming through town and saw a body lying in the road under a street lamp. Quickly pulling on the reins and setting the brake, the horses stopped in time. Another coachman coming the opposite way saw it, too, and stopped.

The first coachman knelt down to discover it was an older lady who may be injured. Suddenly, the driver felt his lapels being yanked, shocking him to the point of almost dropping her. The second coachmen assisted him in the carry.

“Do either of you know a driver, names Kip?”

The two coachmen looked at each other. “Yes, we do. What is it you have to say about him?” They inquired as they placed her on the curb.

Sarah pulled out a scrap of paper and handed it to the second man.

“It seems to be from Squeaks, saying she has been kidnapped. She is on Hanbury Street but gives no number. Zac put the lady in your coach,” said Perkins. “We must find Kip.”

 

“Let’s get to the park, lads. Inspector, are you coming with us? You will likely need to arrest me before the night is over.” Kip proclaimed with unfaltering resolve. “Just don’t get in my way.” He walked to Warrior like a knight approaching his noble steed. He was ready.

Arriving at the park, many drivers were waiting. There were over fifty, talking in groups. Some had horses. Others had their coaches. Everyone seemed to be armed, which surprised Kip. Again, tears came to his eyes in the darkness. This friendship overwhelmed him more than they could possibly imagine.

All the drivers parked and tethered their horses. They made a circle around Kip. There were in-service and independent drivers coming together for Squeaks.

“Thank you, gentlemen, for the help you are extending tonight to find Miss Dorset. To let you know what we know, I’ll start with telling you that Lord Stokes has a doctor with him because he has had chest pains. Clyde Dorset is going to have a breakdown, I fear. We have just received a ransom note, so there is hope that Squeaks is still alive. I know that she has been kidnapped by the same men who murdered Miss Caldwell. We have narrowed our search area to Whitechapel. I hope you may have seen the sketches of the men or coach we are looking for. If not, Marc has them in his coach. We do not have an address, but we do have an hour, and we do have Squeaks’ Army. She once said to me with all the help offered to her, she felt like she was building an army. Little did she know how true that would come to be. Detective Inspector Marshall shall be riding with us tonight. Is there anyone here that knows the Whitechapel District well?”

Several drivers raised their hands.

“Please come forward and help coordinate the search areas. It seems we have about 50 men here.”

“There are two coaches approaching. They are traveling fast.” Someone shouted. Everyone turned in that direction. The two coaches entered the park but had to park far in the rear. “That’s Zac. It looks like he has an old woman with him.”

“Make way,” Zac was heard shouting. He had to hold up the woman, so another driver took her other side.

“Kip, this woman has brought a note from Squeaks. She was hired to feed her, but Squeaks made her escape for her life. Here is the note. Her name is Sarah.”

Kip took both of Sarah’s hands in his as he faced her. “Was the lady alive when you left her.”

“She were, yes. They cut off her hair and broke her nose.”

Gasps came from the crowd surrounding them.

“She ain’t going to be alive long, though. I overheard them. They gots some kind of ransom note. I heard them say she and I would be dead before morning. They was going to hang me in the stable.”

“So they have a stable?”

“Aye, it’s around back. It’s really a shed. There are no doors on it, only a roof. You has to go down the back alley to get to the opening in the back.”

“Thank you, Sarah.” Kip read the note out loud.

“How long has it taken you to get this to us?”

“Maybe 2 hours. I didn’t know which way to get to the good drivers as the little Miss called you blokes. She told me to look for the brighter streets with many lamps.”

“You will be well rewarded. I’d like you to rest in the carriage you came in. We must find the young lady immediately.”

“You better hurry before they have …their way … with her, is whats they said. I knows what they meant.”

Kyle stepped up and took the lady by the arm and escorted her back to Zac’s coach.

Unexpectedly, Kip was overtaken by his sister’s swirling image. He stopped speaking in mid-sentence and held his head. He fell to his knees and closed his eyes. Mary was beautiful. She looked gay and happy as he had remembered her. “What do you want me to see? Show me what you wish me to see?” The drivers heard him pleading.

The drivers milled around talking among themselves at this strange sight.

“He’ll be all right in a moment,” shouted Matthew.

Just before Kip fainted, the number twenty-seven returned. Round and round it went in his mind, like a carousel. He collapsed. Lucas and Matthew ran to him and pulled him into a standing position. It took him a moment to focus. He pulled out Squeaks note.

“Listen up, men. I believe we will find her at 27 Hanbury Street.”

“What happened, Kip,” someone asked.

“I have a small gift of sight. It’s only recent but it has been steady and true, For the second time today, I kept seeing the number twenty-seven. Squeaks note says she’s on Hanbury Street. Where are the drivers that know Whitechapel?”

Kip had a street map ready from when he was learning. The former Whitechapel drivers showed everyone where Hanbury Street was.

“If I could have everyone’s attention. We will fast-pace from here to Hanbury Street. It’s unfortunate that people are abed. We should be a sight. When we get within one block of Hanbury, I would like to hear everyone whistle sharply, like we hear all day. That is intended to get their attention and move away from Squeaks to the windows. This should buy us another minute or two. We will encircle the block to prevent any attempted escape. Myself, the Inspector and several others will go through the front door. Those near the back, break that door down. Inspector, do you have anything to add?”

“These two men will be armed and prepared to fire. As will be expected, they will know they cannot escape the house and will find Miss Dorset and use her as a shield. We may have to negotiate, but I doubt that. We just want to be able to prevent them from shooting her. They will have no compunction about pointing a gun to her head, hoping we will let them go. I’m asking everyone here not to act hastily. That is all.”

“Tomorrow, the world will see us as more than mere drivers. All set men? Let’s drive.”

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future of the entire realm depends on the letter and Tiuri must trust no one and keep his true identity secret. Above all, he must never reveal what is in the letter.

 

Belgravia 2020

‘BELGRAVIA’ EPIC SERIES
LAUNCHES MARCH & APRIL
The series will hit ITV next month!

We did not really expect that the first major period set drama of 2020 will arrive to us only in March, but the broadcasters have been very mean to us in the first two months of the year and thus BELGRAVIA will be the first of the bigger costume series to launch the new decade when it starts airing in March on British ITV and then from April 12th over at Epix in USA. Produced by Carnival Film it will air in just six hourlong episodes with Jamestown’s John Alexander directing the whole saga based on Julian Fellowes‘ 2016 book of the same name set in the 19th century when the upper echelons of society began to rub shoulders the emerging industrial nouveau riche.

Belgravia will move to Epix on April 12th!
Class Divides. Love Unites
The story set in the London high class of 1840s, actually begins on the eve of the Battle of Waterloo in 1815, when the Duchess of Richmond throws a party in Brussels for the Duke of Wellington. Among the guests are James (Philip Glenister) and Anne Trenchard (Tamsin Greg), who are living on the profits of newfound trading success. Their young daughter Sophia (Emily Reid) has caught the eye of Edmund

The series is a six episode adaptation of Julian Fellowes’ novel  Belgravia

Bellasis, the son and heir of one of the richest and most prominent families in England. Twenty five years later, when the two families are settled into the newly developed area of Belgravia, the events of the ball, and the secrets, still resonate.

Who Else Is In The Cast?

The cast also has Ella Purnell as Lady Maria Grey, Alice Eve as Susan Trenchard, the beautiful daughter of a successful merchant, and Harriet

Harriet Walter and Tom Wilkinson are the Brockenhursts

Walter as the Countess of Brockenhurst with Tom Wilkinson as Peregrine, Earl of Brockenhurst! Tara Fitzgerald, Richard Goulding, James Fleet,

PhilIip Glenister, Tamsin Greg and Alice Eve are the Trenchards!

Adam James, Paul Ritter and Saskia Reeves are also in the cast. Check out the Northern American trailer below and stay tuned for the exact airing date of Belgravia in the United Kingdom!

The Noble Coachman – Chapter 20

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Chapter 20
Squeaks’ Plan

 

By 7:00 p.m., Kip was home with two sketched faces of the men who killed the Caldwell relative. It was apparent, only to Kip, that these men were responsible for Mary’s death and were currently holding Squeaks. He couldn’t let himself think about the worst. The four apostles plus Kyle piled into his sitting room, and Kip began his sketch of the old coach. Finishing in an exhaustive faint, the line drawing was an exact image of the carriage. His friends wanted to know how he did that, but he didn’t have time to make up something believable.

Kip drew several copies of each and handed them around to the gathered drivers. “I want you to show these to the Brotherhood. Inform them of who and what they are looking for. I am calling for all coachmen, who could help in the rescue of Squeaks, to meet us at the park at 3:00 a.m. Tell them they will be paid.

“Kip, none of us will take your money. You know that.” Marc reminded him.

“Squeaks is one of us now, anyway.”

“Are we going to Whitechapel, Kip?”

“We are. Should anything change overnight, I will take care of it myself or speak with all the drivers before dawn.”

“I am going to stay with you.”

“Me, too.”

“I think all of us will be with you through the night after we circulate your drawings.”

Kip’s eyes began to water, but the embarrassment would just have to be understood. None of the apostles knew the depth of his love for Squeaks, until now. It only was a fondness in their thoughts. The brother drivers, the union of fine gentlemen, were the army that Squeaks felt she was creating. Little did she know.

“I don’t know what to say, except thank you. Kyle, I promised Stokes that someone would be by his castle once an hour. If either of us has any news, we share it then.”

“I’ll do that, Kip.”

“Thank you. I want to contact the police, while you men contact all the drivers you see. Come back here when you can think of no one else.”

Kyle and the apostles left. Kip had lied about the police. He went to see his father.

 

Arriving at Lord Caldwell’s apartment, Briggs came from the stable.

“Lord Trevor, excellent to see you so soon. You have no coach with you, I see. Just your horse tonight?”

Yes, Briggs. We have a family emergency, and I must ride fast. Is father home?”

“Yes, milord. Your brother went home today.”

“Thank you. I’m just going to go in. No announcement.”

“Very well, milord.”

Trevor walked through the servant’s area and found the steps to the upstairs. His father was hunched over his desk reading documents of some sort. “Father!”

“Trevor, what’s wrong? How did your visit to Norcaster turn out? Scotch?”

“Yes, please. Squeaks has been kidnapped from her bed, nearly two days ago,” Trevor stressed in a helpless tone. “She’s been missing since yesterday morning, while I was in Norcaster. I contend it’s the same brothers, our former servants, we talked about earlier.”

“Sit for a moment. Please, this can’t happen to you again, or Miss Dorset. Oh my, God, I don’t know what to say. What can I do to help? Is there anything?”

“Yes, you can help.”

“Name it. It’s done.”

“It’s going to be four hours round trip, but could Briggs ride home and collect Inspector Marshall. I will be in trouble when this is over, and before you say anything, nothing will change my mind.”

“I see you have two pistols with you. Trevor, if I were a good father, I would warn you against what you are planning, but I am not a good father. You do what you need to do. I will stand behind whatever are your actions. All I care about is that you stay alive. I know if it came down to it, you would save her before yourself. Just save both of you. Do you have anyone to help you?”

“An army. Squeaks’ army. Probably, I will have forty to fifty drivers if they’re the men, I think they are.”

“Promise any monies you need to. We will pay anything if that will encourage them.”

“Father, they are a brotherhood. They will not take money to help me. Our problem is finding Squeaks before she is injured or dead. I am going to meet all the men coming to help at 3:00 a.m. If you have any word overnight, send someone with a note to Stokes. If you have the Inspector, tell him what you know. We will be at the Promenade Park.”

“Indeed, son. How is Lord Stokes doing?”

“Not well. The doctor is staying with him until this is settled. He is having chest pains. I’m not sure how much longer driver Dorset can hold up either. I will send a messenger to Stokes every hour for communication.”

“I will not go to bed. Have your messenger stop by here, now and then?”

“Thank you, father. Thank you for understanding that I may do something this noble family is going to regret.”

“We will regret nothing except my brother Nathaniel that started all of this. Goodbye, son.” Lord Caldwell walked over to Trevor and hugged him. “Come back safe and bring that young lady with you. I love you, son.”

“As I, you, father … Gus, too, of course. Tell him that if … if I don’t come back.”

 

Sarah brought the tray of food, the pencil and a scrap of paper to Squeaks room near half past 9:00 p.m. One of the men was getting ready to leave for somewhere. This was her best chance to get away. She unlocked the door and Squeaks cringed in the darkness. “It’s just me deary.”

“Did you bring the pencil and paper?”

“This is the best I could find.” Sarah handed a bit of paper to her. “I’m sorry, but I couldn’t see no number on the house, but we are on Hanbury Street.”

“That will have to do.” Squeaks scribbled quickly. “Thank you. You may be saving my life and yours. I did use the chamber pot, so you have something to empty. Once you get outside, just start running. Begin looking for the brightest streets. The more lighting on the street, the closer you are to the center of London where the good drivers will be working. Ask a coachman if he knows Kip, the driver. If he says yes, give him the note. Then hide. If possible, he may take you with him so you can show the drivers where I am. When you can, come to Lord Stokes Castle for your reward.”

“I will, miss. I had thought that you could take off your slip and wave it out of the window in a while from now. I know you have them man’s undergarment on. At least, it’s something.”

“This is a man’s, is it?”

“Yes, deary. How old are you?”

“Old enough to have known better.” She hugged Sarah before she picked up the chamber pot. “Good luck to you. Stay alive.”

 

The front door to the old tenant flat was slammed shut and rattled the glass in Squeaks’ window. Dark had come, and the only light she had was from oil lamps burning in the two flats close by. She could barely see the street as there seemed to be only one street lamp near the corner. She kneeled in the chair watching dusk saying goodnight. The cool air felt good. Feeling her face, she knew her nose was broken. She had trouble breathing, and it was quite swollen. She imagined she was sporting two black eyes. For the moment, she still felt brave. Her father and Lord Stokes had always remarked about her spirit. Sarah had to make it to center London before her captors found out. Squeaks felt she could survive anything except a bullet. She listened at her door for any sounds of discovery, but all was quiet. “Sarah should be away by now,” Squeaks told herself. Her fate now lay in the hands of an old woman and a London coachman.

 

It was 11:15 p.m. when a young boy rapped on the Stokes Castle door. Morgan was there instantly. He asked the small lad to step inside. “Do you want to see the master of the house?”

“I don’t know. I was just paid to bring this bag to you.”

“Wait here. We may want to pay you, too.”

“Blimey, Guv. I’ll wait.”

Morgan took the cloth bag into the study where the vigil continued. “A young lad, who is still at the door, was told to bring this bag here.”

“Morgan will you look inside for us.”

“Yes, milord.” He untied the string and walked closer to a gaslight. “There is a note and something else.” Morgan gasped. “It appears to be Miss Squeaks’ hair.”

“Oh, dear God,” Clyde began whimpering.

“The note, Morgan!”

 

“Stokes. If you want this pretty little lady back, we want gold or jewels tonight. We haven’t hurt her too much, but she’s only got a few more hours. Fill this bag with enough for two men to live comfortably for a lifetime. If you contact the police, or the bag is light, I’ll place your little girl where someone will find what’s left of her. If you know of the Caldwell girls, you’ll know I’m serious. Send your driver on horseback to Regents Park at half 4:00 a.m. If he doesn’t return, she is dead. Someone will be in touch.”

 

“Bring the lad in here.”

Morgan brought the lad in who had his palm outstretched for a coin. “Lad, you will have to talk with the Master before he pays you.”

“Young man, where were you when you were given this bag to bring to our house.”

“I was near me home on Grover Street.”

“And where is that?”

“That be in Whitechapel.”

“Did a man approach you on his horse?”

“Aye, Guv. He rode me over this far and pointed to this house. Then he paid me and sped away.”

“Did he say how you would get back home?”

“No, Guv. I thought he’d be waitin’ on me, but he left.”

“I will give you 2 pounds if you wait here until morning, and we will find someone to drive you home. It may even be earlier than that.”

“Two pounds? How do I know you’re not lying to me like that other bloke?”

Stokes went to his desk and pulled out a box. From within, he pulled two notes being a pound each. “Here you are. You can put it in your pocket.”

“Bloody hell! I’m obliged, sir.”

“Morgan, take him to the kitchen and get him something to eat. Find one of the drivers we have left and ask him to come in here.”

Stokes would have to wait for another twenty minutes before the communication driver would arrive.

 

Kip, Kyle and the apostles were pacing around his flat.

“Why don’t we go down to Whitechapel and look for this coach ourselves?” Marc was anxious to free Squeaks.

“How badly, I want to do that, but I fear alerting them to our presence, driving up and down streets. If we go in as a band of drivers, by the time they realize we’re swarming the area, they may run, leaving Squeaks alive.”

“Kip, I know we would be doing this for Dorset no matter who it involved, but we didn’t have any idea of your deep feelings for Miss Dorset. We thought it a mild fancy. We will find her and find her in time. Believe me, brother.”

“I’m sorry, gentlemen. It all happened extremely fast. Primarily being brought up by her father, she wasn’t taught the politeness of society. She is pure naivety. She has welcomed me into her space with no hesitation, even hearing my weak discouragements. I am quite sure, once she is out and about, she will find a proper man.”

“You’re a proper man.”

“I may be proper, but there is much in my past that I believe would dampen her current interest in me.”

“You know we’ve never been interested in your past to much extent. We have relied on other skills and attributes you display. We’re comfortable with you. Will we one day find disappointment with you?”

“I can assure you, it is nothing like that. I do thank you for giving me space in my silence. Someday, you shall know what there is to know. I will say this much, and no one knows except Squeaks—and she’s only known for a day or two. I ran away from a death in my family that I was unable to bear. That’s all I will say.”

“We are exceedingly sorry for such an unfortunate incident in your life. We shall ask no more.”

“I’m going over to Stokes. Anything I should tell him?” announced Kyle.

“First ride to the Caldwell estate. If Detective Inspector Marshall is there, tell him of our plan and where we are. Bring him here if you can.”

 

 

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