Here‘s another programme that might make you to stay home as a good citizen during the corona lockdown: airing tonight at Acorn TV in USA is period set adventure movie MISS FISHER AND THE CRYPT OF TEARS which will arrive also on Alibi in United Kingdom next month after already playing in Australian cinemas. It is the feature film version of the popular TV series Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries aired in more than a hundred countries around the world, based on the series of Phryne Fisher novels written by Kerry Greenwood, in which Essie Davis plays private detective Phryne Fisher. This time she is solving mysteries in Egypt together with Nathan Page as her partner Detective Inspector Jack
Australian diva Essie Davis plays the lead role in the movie as well
Robinson, Rupert Penry Jones as First Lieutenant Jonathon Lofthouse, Daniel Lapaine as Lord Lofthouse, Khaled Naga as Sheikh Kahlil Abbas and legendary Miriam Margolyes as Prudence Stanley! The movie, the first in a planned trilogy, was directed by Tony Tilse!
In The Crypt Of Tears Miss Fisher embarks on a new adventure in a globe trotting romp of mystery and mayhem across the exotic 1920s deserts of the Negev, glamorous manor-house ballrooms, and the darkened back alleys of London in order to
The original series aired in more than 120 countries around the world in three seasons
find missing treasure, solve murders and break aviation records. After freeing a young Bedouin girl from her unjust imprisonment in Jerusalem, Phryne Fisher begins to unravel a decade-old mystery concerning priceless emeralds,
Nathan Page returns as Miss Fisher’s partner Inspector Jack Robinson
ancient curses and the truth behind the suspicious disappearance of Shirin’s forgotten tribe. British aristocrats whose lives were impacted by the events of World War I in Mandated Palestine become caught up in the mystery as well!
Manon followed her uncle downstairs to the large library, where a cluster of comfortable chairs was gathered around a low table. He gestured towards one of the chairs and turned to Pritchard, who had opened the door for them.
“Bring us some coffee, Pritchard.”
“Very well, sir.” The butler bowed and went off.
“Why is he addressing you thus? Are you not a nobleman? Should he not call you ‘my lord’, instead?” Manon asked, drawing her brows together over a question that had been on her mind for several days.
Richard smiled and shook his head.
“I am not a peer of the realm, Manon, so I cannot be a lord. I am a mere baronet, which is landed gentry but not peerage. Landed gentry cannot inherit their titles – except for baronets, whose estates can usually be traced back several centuries. My estate goes back to 1328, the year King Edward III bestowed it upon my forefather, Sir Eustace de Briers. He, in turn, can be traced back to William the Conqueror, and there is a small estate in Normandy, France that bears the name of de Briers.”
Manon nodded, and tried to take it all in.
“If you are interested in British nobility,” Richard said, “I have a book that describes it all rather thoroughly. I think you should read it. It might be useful to you in the future.”
The quizzical look on her face drove Richard to explain further.
“Imagine if your future husband is a duke’s son or the heir to an earl. You would want to know how to address your future in-laws, would you not? And their assorted family? It can become quite confusing, niece.”
Richard could not place the look Manon gave him. It was not a friendly one, that was certain. He wisely refrained from asking about it. Instead, he continued in a casual manner.
“How is your brother settling in?”
“Well enough. He seems to have found himself a friend in little Queenie, the youngest scullery maid. She is teaching him English, no less.” She chuckled at the funny implications of this until she saw her uncle’s facial expression. “What? Why are you frowning, Uncle?”
Richard cleared his throat. “Well, I could never for the life of me agree to a friendship between my nephew and a lower member of the staff. After all, Jéhan has a role to uphold, Manon. As matters stand now, he is my heir.”
“What? How?” Manon was truly baffled as she had not expected this explanation.
“My baronetcy is a hereditary title that can only be passed on to a male relative. As my sisters’ son, Jéhan is exactly that. Unless I marry and beget a son, Jéhan will be the fifteenth baronet of Bearsham.”
“Oh!” Manon exhaled. “In that case, I doubt it will ever come to that. You are still young, uncle.” And here, Richard noted, she threw him a genuine female look of sly teasing. “You will marry sooner or later, and beget a son, will you not?”
He could not prevent the burning rush of heat that rose into his cheeks, but he passionately hated himself for it. The little vixen! How well he understood her meaning! With a grim effort, Richard kept his temper, determined as he was not to let himself be drawn into an argument with his niece.
“I will, niece, but not until you are settled in a suitable marriage.”
Manon grimaced and, Holy Virgin, stuck out her tongue at him.
“Manon, for Heaven’s sake, would you behave? You must let go of these childish habits and grow up. You appear to be adopting your brother’s habits, and he yours, with his intelligence. ” Yet he had to fight the urge to smile.
She should take pity on him, Manon thought. He was right; the time for foolishness was over. She needed to grow up. “Forgive me, Uncle. That was ungracious of me.”
Acknowledging her apology, Richard continued, “I have decided to take on Jake Davies as Jéhan’s tutor. Jake has always served me well in his capacity as my Paris businessman, but obviously, he is currently without employment. He is well-educated, speaks fluent French, and has considerable knowledge of mathematics. Jake will do perfectly for the first years of Jéhan’s education. The boy trusts and likes him, and they get on well together.”
“Oh, I agree!” Manon exclaimed, relieved over her uncle’s choice. For some reason, she had expected him to hire a dull, dried-up person as her brother’s teacher.
“Concerning you, niece, here is what I have decided,” Richard went on. “You have acquired a lady’s maid in Bessy Crampton. All you need now is a suitable companion to guide you through the intricacies of society, one who can also be a chaperone when you go on outings. Remember never to go anywhere without your companion, Manon. Reputation is paramount when it comes to young society ladies.”
“Am I to have a say as to whom you will hire, Uncle?”
“I would love to have your full consent, niece, but how are you to judge who is apt to the job? You do not know anyone here yet. I promise you that if the person I choose does not meet with your approval, I will search for someone else. Yet the person that I have in mind will meet with your wishes, I am sure. I have yet to speak with her father, so we will come back to that subject when I have done so.”
Manon bowed her head in silent acquiescence. She was certain her uncle would be wise and kind enough to know what kind of companion she would need.
“Then there is the matter of finding you the right husband, niece,” Richard said, looking at her in a serious manner. “I have several candidates in mind but first and foremost, I want you to have the final word. I want you to be comfortable in your marriage, Manon, and if possible, to find happiness with the man you choose.”
For several moments, Manon did not speak but instead scanned Richard’s face intently. What was it that went on behind that smooth, austere brow, she wondered? What were his piercing blue eyes hiding from her? How could he talk in so detached a manner about her husband-to-be? Did he not know she could marry yet never find love or happiness with the man she would eventually choose? Her path, she knew, was already laid out. It would be a marriage of convenience, one that would serve to give her husband a son, and that was all. They might reach a certain understanding, a comfortable companionship, a friendship even, but never would they love each other the way Manon wanted to be loved.
She sighed inwardly, knowing her uncle requested a proper answer from her. “Very well, Uncle. I put my trust in you, as I know you have my best interests at heart. Do as you intend.”
He should have felt relief at her words, Richard thought, yet he did not. Instead, he felt only grief and bitterness. He wondered if he would be able to find peace of mind ever again.
Two weeks passed in a flurry of activities, weeks in which Manon did not notice the passing of time, because she was too busy with new, exciting things.
First and foremost, Manon made the acquaintance of Miss Prudence Butterworth, second daughter to the Reverend Horace Butterworth and his wife Adelaide. Mr Butterworth had the parishes of Bearsham Village and of the three adjacent ones – Banting, Featherstone and Markville. With seven daughters yet unmarried, Adelaide Butterworth was all too keen to put one of them to Manon’s service. The girls were all suitably schooled and well educated.
Prudence Butterworth – or Pru, as she preferred to be called – was a tall, slender young woman of twenty-eight years. No one could call her beautiful or pretty, although some might consider her straw-blond hair and her violet eyes to be attractive, if they would look past her large beak of a nose and her wide, thin-lipped mouth.
The moment they met, Manon was immediately struck by Miss Butterworth’s joie de vivre, and the good-natured acceptance she displayed toward her own situation in life.
“Miss Favier, I am well on the shelf, and that is how I prefer it,” she joked, eyes dancing. “I could never apply myself to being a wife to any man, be he handsome or hideous, rich or poor! Should one of them manage to capture my heart by some strange twist of fate, I would make my poor husband’s life a misery, because he would always be in my way. I want to have the freedom to do exactly what I like to do, but alas, a woman without money has no real options in our society. I would like to travel the world and see all those exciting places that I read about. I want to meet new people other than just Englishmen and learn about other civilisations first hand, not just from books. So I am extremely grateful to Sir Richard for offering me this situation. He pays me a substantial salary just for teaching you all that I know about society. I think we will get along nicely, you and I.”
“I am sure we will, but you must call me Manon, at least when we are alone. I hate being called ‘miss’. It makes me feel old. I will call you Prudence, in return.”
“Oh, please! Pru is what my sisters call me.”
“It suits you. Pru it is!”
With Pru’s help and her uncle’s unlimited financial support, Manon applied herself to acquiring an entirely new wardrobe. There were gowns to be made, shoes and bonnets to be bought, underclothes to be purchased, and jewellery to be chosen. That kept the two young ladies busy from morning ‘til evening, and in addition, every free moment was filled with mastering the appropriate conduct for a young, unmarried lady.
Manon’s uncle acquired a pretty bay mare by the name of Buttercup for her, and enlisted her in a riding school for young ladies of noble breeding. Learning to ride proved to be the hardest thing Manon had ever had to conquer. It was weird because, when they were fleeing France, she had managed well enough on Mélissande, the mare she had had to leave behind – to her infinite regret. Now, on Buttercup, her body seemed unwilling to find the proper seat and her limbs were unable to make the correct movements, even though the gentle mare was nothing but easy and obliging.
The first week, Manon was sore and stiff, and her body ached with muscle pains and bruises. Yet she gritted her teeth and finally managed well enough to be able to take on short outings with her uncle’s head groom, Griffiths, an elderly, fatherly-looking Welshman. With his help and patience, she made considerable progress, and her uncle was content.
Slowly but inexorably, Richard watched his niece grow into a refined, extremely beautiful young lady who was already being eyed by many young bucks wherever she turned up. It was as it should be, Richard accepted. It was what his father would have wanted. Richard’s promise to his dying father was unbreakable. He would keep to it if it killed him.
If you are staying at home during the corona virus outbreak, as you definitely should, don’t forget that two new historical series are coming to Netflix this weekend. Beside The English Game, a new Julian Fellowes saga on the beginnings of soccer in United Kingdom, Friday, March 20th is also bringing you new fantasy series THE LETTER FOR THE KING which will arrive to Netflix as the adaptation of a 1962 classic book from their writer Tonke Dragt. How to Train Your Dragon and Puss in Boots’ Will Davies adapted the six episode series which stars Amir
Amir Wilson is Turi, a young boy who holds the fate of the kingdom in his hands
Wilson in the lead role of a young boy who holds the fate of the kingdom in his hands when he embarks on a quest to deliver a secret message, David
Gijs Blom is villainous prince Viridian, the youngest child of the King of Unawen, and the most ruthless warrior who is posing a threat to the Southern kingdom of Eviellan!
Wenham as Sir Tiuri the Valiant, Jakob Oftebro as Crown Prince Iridian, Gijs Blom as the villain prince Viridian, Jack Barton as Foldo, Jonah
Jack Barton is Foldo, a friend of Turi, eager to help the young knight save the kingdom
Less as Jussipo and Ruby Serkis as Lavinia. If you don’t know what to expect, the spy is here to tell you all you need to know about the story and the
Ruby Ashborne Serkis, plays Lavinia, one of the friends whom Turi takes with him on his quest to deliver the letter to the king. She is Andy Serkis’ daughter
lead characters. I hear the first reactions to the new show are relatively positive, saying the series will give you more than you hoped for.
The Story Of The New Series
is set in a fantasy world of three kingdoms, following 16 year old squire Tiuri. When he answers a desperate call for help, he finds himself on a perilous
Jonah Lees is Jussipo, comic relief and also the quirky, smart guy of the group of friends who take on the journey to deliver a letter for the King
mission that could cost him his life. He must deliver a secret letter to the King who lives across the Great Mountains. Tiuri must abandon his home, break all
Thaddea Graham is Iona, the best fighter in the group, most skilled and less privileged than the others
the rules and leave everything behind – even the knighthood he has dreamed of for so long. The future of the entire realm depends on the letter and Tiuri
Emilie Cocquerel plays queen Alianor in the new series
must trust no one and keep his true identity secret. Above all, he must never reveal what is in the letter. Check out the trailer and tell us will you watch it tomorrow? How are you passing your time in the self carantine?
When Kip returned to the hospital; Inspector Marshall was questioning his Rebecca. She was not being released for another day until the swelling went down, and they could ensure her nose bone was set correctly. The apostles had waited for him and then went home for some sleep, as had the other drivers. He hadn’t realized he had been gone that long. Kip wasn’t nearly as tired as he should have been.
He knocked gently on the door to her room, and heard, “Come in.”
“Miss Dorset, I am thankful that you will heal, and now that Trevor Kipling is here, I think I will leave you in good hands.” The Inspector smiled towards Kip. “I shall see you in a few days. Good-day.”
Kip pitched his hat on a nearby table and sat beside Squeaks on her bed. “Is it all right to kiss you?” He asked quietly.
“No, I’m sorry. No ugly girl kissing allowed. I look horrid.” She started to cry.
Kip snorted with a smile. “I am not looking for an ugly girl or even a pretty one. Nevertheless, if you insist. I guess I shall find someone in another room. I’ll be back when I can.” Kip started for the door.
“Stop that,” came the whiny raspy voice.
“I’m sorry. Where you speaking to me?”
“You said I was ugly.”
“I said no such thing. You really did bump your head. I shall believe that is the reasoning for your misconception of my words, milady.”
“Then what did you say?”
“Is that your pouty face; it’s hard to tell. I said you are not pretty. You interrupted before I could finish. I was going to tell you how … nope, I don’t think I’ll say it now.”
“Then don’t tell me!” She tried to cross her arms to strike an attitude but found them rather heavy.
“Pouty and testy … hmmm. Since you are the injured party, I guess I will tell you that I didn’t think alive could look so beautiful. Meaning you, of course. I couldn’t sleep much last night. How about you?”
“Oh no, I was snug in a strange bed.”
“Miss Rebecca Dorset, I love you just a tad more than your army loves you.”
“Yes, your army fancies you quite a lot.”
“Not them. You.”
“I guess I should begin saying it more often, now that everyone seems to know we are more than friends.”
“How do they know that?”
“Because we’ve seen your underwear. You know, you have struggled a whole lot more than you’ve had to if you’ve been putting those on every day.”
“How mean of you to show the drivers my embarrassment.”
“Let me tell you, they love you a whole lot more now. You shared something with them, at this moment in time you are one of them. You allowed them to laugh at you. Besides that, Clyde is the one who is at fault here.”
“I need to have a serious talk with my father and His Lordship.”
“Not about your underwear … to Lord Stokes?”
“I most certainly will. You want to be there?”
“Is that remotely possible?”
“Yes. You bet it is. Now that I will not be driving, I will have plenty of time. I wonder who’ll drive for him.”
“I will, Sweets. I will see him later today and offer my services. Don’t worry about him.”
“Why do I love you so much?”
“I think it’s my charm and chestnut hair that seems to be longer than yours. What say you?”
“Oh, and here I thought it was the hero whom you are. You know, while I was in that dark, I remembered your obsession with protecting women. I was weak, Kip. I could never have saved myself. And then … and then I realized every driver out there—the hundred or so that I have met or seen could have done that to me. They and you are that strong. I fought several times, and I was snatched up like a toy and hurled to the wall. I became a rag doll, quickly.”
“Oh, God, sweets. Can we talk about this later tonight? I am barely holding myself together right now. I hate you seeing my weak side. What you’ve been through …” Kip was barely keeping his tears at bay.
“God, don’t say that either. Listen, you need to rest as I do. I will return early this evening to see you. I want to respond to your thoughts on the drivers, but not right at this moment.” Kip leaned over and kissed her forehead. “I love you, sweets, more than I thought love could ever be. Rest now. I’ll be back.”
Kip could hardly believe the trembling in his body. He found his horse and rode far from the city where trees and grass grew. Solace is what he sought. The thick fog that comes with the night crept silently away, as Kip sat on the damp ground, hugging his knees. Warrior kept nibbling the back of his head, sensing low spirits from his rider. Kip was smart enough to know that he was experiencing mental exhaustion from the shredding of stress. “Strange how God girds you when you need it most. That should be the time that you tremble with fear. Instead, you rise above it, surpassing the person you thought yourself to be. I could have lost her so easily, in which I would follow.” Kip spoke to the heavens and maybe his sister, too. “My life is Rebecca. I wish Squeaks could have known you, Mary. You are nearly the same age, but as different as the sides of a coin. Had I lost Squeaks, the devastation would have ruled my world forever. I love her beyond my own life. There are a lot of levels to this building relationship that need explanations, and there is still the threat of her not wanting any part of my heritage.”
Kip was admitted to the Stokes Castle with fanfare. He was embarrassed about that. Lord Stokes almost hugged him. Clyde had tears of joy.
“I left Squeaks only an hour ago. She is in very high spirits. I hope no one tells her she’s been injured. She doesn’t seem to know,” Kip smiled. “I don’t believe she expects you because it appears she will be home tomorrow, and I wish to do the honors.”
Kip was forced to listen to glorifications of thanks and comments on his heroics.
“I have come to explain more to both of you than you know. For Squeak’s sake, I still wish this to be kept to yourselves for a bit longer.”
“Sit down, Kip,” His Lordship commanded. “I do feel there is some involvement of you for her being kidnapped.”
“You are correct, Lord Stokes,” Kip agreed, finding a seat.
“Scotch?” asked the Butler.
“I know it is very early in the day, but I think I can use one myself.”
“Yes, Sir. A bit of fortification is worthy of this hour.”
“Please begin. Your name isn’t Trevor Kipling, is it?”
“Not entirely. Kipling was my mother’s maiden name. How did you know that?”
“You said you came from a titled family. I found no people of wealth with the name Kipling in the registry. Who are you really?”
My name and title are Viscount Trevor William Hamilton Caldwell, son, and heir to my father, Earl William Hamilton Grant Caldwell, the Sixth Earl of Norcaster.”
“You are a Viscount! I thought something but never this,” lauded Lord Stokes.
Clyde was going into shock again, Kip feared.
“I am the reason Squeaks almost died.” Kip began his story from the beginning about the life and the death of his sister, but most importantly his deep and abiding love for Rebecca.
“And your title is the reason you wish to still be Trevor Kipling?”
“It’s all for the sake of Squeaks. I know she loves me; she even proposed to me at the hospital,” he smiled. “I am sure that comes only from gratitude at the moment. However, I do not know if she would accept a life of nobility. She loves her driving very much. I am willing to play the driver for years if need be to allow her, her dream. Someday, she will need to be told, and she will have a difficult decision to make. I am selfish in trying to stave that moment, as long as I can.”
“And your father?”
“Has given me his blessing. Perhaps you can understand his thinking that nothing is dearer than family or the love of one. He will welcome a commoner into our family with open arms if it makes me happy.”
“Well, I cannot think you could have brought us any more surprising news than this. I am sure Clyde, who looks positively speechless, and myself welcome you into the Stokes family as long as Squeaks permits it. Her wishes will come first, no matter who you are.”
“Will you allow me to court her?”
“I believe so. What do you say, Clyde?”
“Yes. Yes, of course,” he responded in a feeble voice.
“One other thing, your Lordship, I will be happy to be your driver until either one of your drivers can return to duty.”
“I am going to feel rather strange having a Viscount of the realm as my driver, but someday it shall make another interesting story.”
“I am going to return to Squeaks later. Would one of your maids gather some clothing for her?”
Lord Stokes saw his Butler leave the room for the clothing. “Kip, Squeaks has been praising these drivers in London as gentlemen and so has Clyde. I don’t know what to make of their calls-to-arms if you will. I am overwhelmed and shall mention that in the House. I wish I could repay them in some way.”
“Your thanks is all they will take. Perhaps a note in the daily paper would reach them all.”
Morgan returned to the room carrying a satchel and handed it to Kip.
“I will leave now and return with Squeaks tomorrow, I am told.”
“Thank you, Lord Trevor,” expressed Clyde.
“Remember, I am Lord Trevor at the moment. I will be Kip tomorrow. Good-day.”
Kip returned to the hospital late that afternoon, carrying flowers, a wrapped package, and her clothes. He could see she was now going through the stage he went through only hours before.
Squeaks looked down.
“What is wrong, my sweets?”
“I feel weak as if I couldn’t move from this bed.”
“That is completely normal. Did not the nurses tell you that?”
“No. So, how do you know?”
“I have been through that myself today. It is the stress leaving your body. You do not realize what you put your body through when tensions were high, and especially for a prolonged period of time. You were always tense. And when it’s over, your body tries to relax and does a relatively good job of doing it.”
“This is good, then?”
“Yes, my love.” Kip leaned in and kissed her forehead and took her hand.”
“Are those flowers for me?” She cheered. “No one’s ever brought me flowers. You seem to be the first in my life for everything. Are those my clothes?”
“Yes. First, I should check to ensure your boy’s undergarment is in here.”
“I will never live that down, will I? ”
“No, I am afraid you won’t. Sorry. Perhaps this will help.” Kip handed her the small box covered in cloth and wrapped in ribbons.
“A present? For me?” Squeaks tried unwrapping it with one hand.”
“Do you wish some help?”
“No. Oh no. These are rare. I want to have the whole experience.”
Kip pulled up a chair, leaned back in it, crossing his arms and watched the struggle. He thought he would fall over from laughing.
Squeaks managed to pull the bow into a knot. She was trying to pick the knot apart with one hand while holding the other end with her elbow. She finally sighed and looked toward Kip.
“Kiiiiip?” Squeaks looked over at him with defeated eyes.
“You know I’m weak.”
“Yes, I do. I believe I heard that. Hmm…yes, I am sure I just heard that. Should I find a nurse?”
“Tsk? There you go again. I don’t know what that means, really.”
“Would you please untie this present,” Squeaks said in exasperation.
“Oh, that. Here let me get the ribbon off for you.”
Squeaks opened the box to find several pairs of lady’s lacy knickers. She inhaled loudly and smiled broadly. Then she frowned.”
“You’re frowning. Wrong size?”
“I see there is a split in the middle. Is that the natural way these are made or are these the ones you said you liked?”
Kip let out a howl of laughter and kissed her gently on the mouth.
Just as she was holding them up with one hand to see how they worked, the apostles walked into the room.
Kip turned red.
“Oh, my, men. Maybe we should leave.”
“No, don’t go,” said Squeaks.
“Yes, go,” said Kip.
“Hmm… I think we’ll stay. This ought to be more rewarding.”
“See what Kip just brought me?”
Kip wished the floor would open up and swallow him. “Squeaks, I didn’t want you to be the laughing stock of the drivers.”
“They wouldn’t have known if you didn’t show them. Now you have something to share like you made me do.”
“How was that, Kip, walking into a woman’s intimate apparel shop and asking for knickers, and lacy ones at that?” Marc laughed.
“Yeah, and what did you say when they asked for a size?” Lucas carried on.
“All right, men that’s enough,” Kip said in cordial tones.
“Oh, I don’t think so. Wait until the Brotherhood hears this.”
Kip bravely faced them and said, “I think you gentlemen are jealous.”
“Would one of you fine gentlemen tell me if they are naturally made in this fashion?” asked Squeaks.
“What fashion would that be?” Matthew asked in all seriousness.
“You know … with this split down the middle.”
“Kip! Did you mean to get her that kind?” The apostles laughed hysterically.
“They are kidding you, Squeaks.” He pulled out his handkerchief and wiped his brow.
“Wow, now that I think of it, you’ve been through a lot of effort for nature calls. Everything has to come down. Why with us …” Marc elbowed Lucas in the ribs.
“Kip, do they come with instructions?” Everyone laughed, even Squeaks after she said it.
Several weeks later, when Squeaks’ face was nearing normal, and Kip was still driving for Lord Stokes, she wandered out to talk with Kip.
“I am ready to speak to His Lordship and my father about my boy’s underwear. Do you still wish to listen? I know you didn’t believe me when I’ve told you how I have scolded His Lordship. I am ready to show you proof.”
“I wouldn’t miss this for the world. I’ve really come to like this Lord.”
“Come inside with me. First, I will find Mr. Dorset.”
Squeaks went to find her father, while Kip waited in the kitchen. He was quite at odds with all the kitchen help staring at him. They knew he was driving for His Lordship but never ate at their table.
Squeaks returned, bidding Kip to follow her.
“Hello, Clyde. You’re looking much better.”
“Thank you. It won’t be long now before I can climb the wheel.”
“That’s good to hear. You have any notion of what Squeaks is up to?”
“Nary a clue. I can’t imagine why she’s bothering His Lordship. However, I do think he enjoys her interruptions once in a while. It’s nice to see us both invited.”
Squeaks had been in asking Lord Stokes for a meeting. He acquiesced. She opened the door, requesting her father and Kip enter. Lord Stokes wasn’t expecting an audience.
“Please gentlemen, would you take a seat.” Kip would have rather heard that from Stokes, but Clyde sat, and so did he.
“All right, Squeaks, what is this you bother me with?”
“I have brought the men in my life into one room for a discussion.”
Kip was being stared at and felt like he should leave. “Should I be here, Miss Squeaks?”
“Yes, especially you. Now, your Lordship, Kip seems to think I am having fun with him when I tell him that you and I have talked. You remember when I spoke to you about being a footman that night and the problems that we had.”
Kip was red as a beet.
“I do indeed. Is that the point of this meeting?
“Well … no, that is not my main reason.”
“And what is your main reason?”
“You like fundraisers for charity, do you not, sir?”
“Squeaks, just tell me what it is. You do not have to patronize me.”
“Is that what I’m doing? I have an idea where you could be looked upon as a great and giving Lord.”
“I think I spoke out of turn the day Kip took me on the picnic, and now I do not know what to do about it.”
His Lordship and Clyde looked to Kip, who shrugged his shoulders.
“What did you do?”
“It was almost a … boast, about who was the better coachman, he or me.” She hesitated.
“I see no problem or charity anywhere near this, so far.”
“I told him to practice. I told him to tell his friends to practice.”
“All right, here it is. I said that we would have a coachman derby. Furthermore, a horseman derby.”
“Where have you seen such an event? I have never heard of one?”
“Does it sound appealing?”
“Where have you seen one of these events, I repeat?”
“I haven’t. I made it up.”
“I see. I think I need you in the House of Lords. You have been gifted with the art of wheedling your opponents into certain comforts before pouncing on them.”
“I want to laugh at that, but afraid to.”
“I suppose I figure into this somehow, so I can be a great and giving Lord.”
“Yes! I will drive you for free if you help me.”
“You drive for me free, now.”
“I do? I thought my earnings were going into a bank for me. I need clothes.”
Lord Stokes started laughing and holding his stomach. The look on her face was one he’d never seen.
“I don’t have money? I need a corset and a frock. I have to wear other women’s clothes if I want to look like a woman.”
Lord Stokes stuttered, “You need a corset?”
“Have you not noticed I should have one?”
Squeaks was ready to pounce. “You men! You and Father raised me. Somewhere along the way, you forgot that I was a girl growing into a woman. I had no idea if my undergarments were a man’s or a woman’s. And that’s why I jiggled the other week – because you and Father never noticed these,” she said, pointing to her bosom. Kip did.
“Oh God,” Kip muttered with downcast eyes.
“When I wanted to wear a borrowed frock the day of the picnic, he looked at me and made me change into riding clothes. Do you know how many years I have had to strip completely from the waist down when I didn’t have to?”
All the men were blushing and smiling with their heads down. No one looked at Squeaks.
“So, how much is this guilt going to cost your father and me?”
“I could go on.”
“I think you have made your point. Now, if we can reach an accord, you will tell no one about wearing men’s fashions underneath, and I will do what?”
“Well, it’s too late to hide the fact that I’ve been brought up in boy’s undergarments and the missing pieces I should have had. It became apparent during my rescue. Ahem…”
“So, these drivers know of your maturing embarrassment?”
“Kip, the man I hope will marry me, very bravely walked into a woman’s intimate apparel store and purchased some knickers for me. He brought them to the hospital.
“Oh, heavens,” said Clyde. “You’re a better man than I.”
“Mr. Kipling, that was another heroic for you on the day. One that seems did not make the next day’s newspaper. God give us strength.”
Kip was speechless.
“Again Squeaks, what is this guilt trip going to cost me, so I can be a great and giving Lord?”
“You will allow your grounds, far from the house, to be used for a Coach and Horseman Derby … and, you will contribute some prizes to the winners. They will have to pay a small fee to enter. That keeps out the Whitechapel types. That entry fee you can donate and be a great Lord. Noblesse oblige, sir.”
“You don’t even know what that means.”
“Excuse me, Your Lordship. Privilege must be balanced by duty towards those who lack such privilege.”
“You read that somewhere. I bet you have been saving that one.”
“Sir, the fact that I read it does not make it any less true.” Squeaks smiled.
Kip was awestruck at her forthrightness.
“You do belong in the House of Lords.”
“Sir, with all the respect due to you, I am asking to borrow your land for several days. There will be charity money for you to award. You will pay for prizes. It will be a way to thank the drivers. We need no accord.”
“I think we do. I would like to wipe the slate clean with that. You may hang it over my head on your wedding day.”
“Hmm…” Squeaks strummed her fingers in front of her mouth, scheming.
Personally, I’ve been waiting a long time to see Rupert-Penry Jones on screen in anything. You may remember him in Austen’s Persuasion.
LOVE IS THE MOST IMPORTANT INGREDIENT OF ALL
Love Sarah should be out this April in UK – No US date yet
An outstanding British thespian, a heart-warming story and an uplifting plot, a godlike blond superhunk and all that garnered with scrumptious cakes and mouth watering desserts – what more could one really want from a film? That is exactly what you will get from LOVE SARAH, a delightful British comedy drama that arrives into cinemas 24th April in United Kingdom and throughout May in Europe, and it was sold in more than 50 countries so chances are you will see it in your local cinema too. British stars Celia Imrie and Rupert Penry Jones lead the film directed by Eliza Schroeder and you can check out the
Celia Imrie leads the cast of the movie
first trailer below!
The Story Of The Movie Determined to fulfil her late mother Sarah’s dream of opening a bakery in charming Notting Hill, 19-year-old aspiring ballet dancer Clarissa (Shannon Tarbet) enlists the help of her mother’s best friend Isabella (Shelley Conn) and her eccentric estranged grandmother Mimi (Celia Imrie), who did not have the chance to make amends with her estranged, now dead, daughter, in order to make late Sarah’s dream a delicious reality. These three
Pastel colours dominate the visuals of the uplifting movie
generations of women will need to overcome grief, doubts and differences to honour the memory of their beloved Sarah while embarking on a journey to
The movie premiered at Glasgow Film Festival this year
establish a London bakery filled with love, hope and colourful pastries from all over the world. Rupert Penry Jones plays the super charming master baker
With the bakery becoming a hit with its cakes from around the world the movie carries the important message of multiculturalism.
who will help their bakery become a hit with his opulent cakes. It is also possible that he might be her father she never knew. Bill Paterson plays an inventor with whom Mimi has a romance.
The ride to Brighton was to take six hours, necessitating a stop in Hastings for luncheon. The Saxon and Norman Inn, near Hastings Castle, served a decent shepherd’s pie and boasted an appreciable amber-coloured ale by the name of “Coxcomb”. Lucian Blackthorne, Viscount Rossiter requested the private parlour for his party.
During the meal, Richard kept himself in the background, responding only when a direct question was addressed to him, glad that his friend Lucian was not drawing him into the conversation. Lucian started lecturing about the famous Battle of Hastings in 1066 and the subsequent conquering of the British Isles by the Normans. Manon was well aware of Richard’s quiet presence but found Lucian’s story quite interesting. He had a way of narrating that made the tale easy to follow and never dull. He captivated his audience by weaving exciting anecdotes among the historical facts. To her surprise, Manon discovered she was beginning to like this friend of Richard’s. Like, but not love him. Love … never again.
Brighton, a seaside town of modest proportions with a population of sixty thousand, had come to the attention of the Prince Regent in 1783. The future George IV had exercised the full royal power since 1788, when his father became too ill to reign. Prinny had fallen in love with Brighton from the start, and that love had never faltered. Since 1787, Henry Holland had been designing Prinny’s plans for enlarging the modest farmhouse the prince rented for his seaside retreats from the London Court. The first wings of the Royal Pavilion were already in place, and Manon and Jéhan looked in astonishment as they passed the building site. The carriage rode over the Grand Parade on its way to King’s Road, where Richard’s townhouse was situated. So strange, Manon mused. Across the Channel, a kingdom was being obliterated, while here, on this small island, the monarch amused himself with fulfilling his dreams, and building them in stone.
King’s Road was a seafront road, and the de Briers townhouse – a stately four-storey Georgian building, with a cream-coloured limestone facade and high windows – occupied a considerably large area. A sign beside the double front door told the name of the house – “The Wild Rose”. Seeing that Manon was reading the name with a puzzled frown, Richard hastened to explain.
“A ‘briar rose’ – or ‘B-R-I-E-R’ in the old spelling – is a wild rose, also called ‘églantier’ in French. It resembles the common yellow or white dog roses that you can find in many a hedgerow, but this one is always a soft pink. I think you fit quite nicely into our family of wild roses, Manon.” The last words were said solely for her ears, a fact that made Manon blush with unexpected pleasure.
“Ah,” Richard exclaimed, deliberately diverting everyone’s attention, “here is my erstwhile butler! Good day to you, Pritchard!”
The man, of middle height, rotund, and balding, exuded an air of quiet competence. He bowed to his master and said, “Good day, sir. We expected you back some days ago. I trust all went well?”
“Only the slightest of delays, but nothing that we did not expect, Pritchard.”
Richard took Manon and Jéhan by the hand. “This is Manon Favier, my niece, and her brother Jéhan. I am counting on you to make them feel at home, Pritchard.”
“I will tend to that personally, sir. Welcome to The Wild Rose, Miss Favier, Master Jéhan. If you would follow me inside, I will show you to your rooms.”
Jéhan was baffled. “What did he say, Manon?”
“He was welcoming us into our uncle’s house, mon chou,” Manon replied, putting a hand on her uncle’s proffered arm.
In the hall, the staff was assembled to welcome the master. A short, rather plump woman of some sixty years stepped forward when Pritchard beckoned her.
“Miss Favier, Master Jéhan, may I introduce you to Mrs Carson, our housekeeper.”
Mrs Carson was dressed in a severe black calico frock that hugged her ample curves. It presented an austere contrast with her abundant white hair, which was drawn back from her rosy, round face. Her dark brown eyes were warm and welcoming and she curtsied before Manon, her mouth curving in a sweet smile. “Welcome, Miss Favier, Master Jéhan. Mr de Briers, sir.” Again, she curtsied, and Richard bowed back in return.
“Thank you all,” he said, “for welcoming my family. We will be staying in Brighton for a few weeks before we ride to Bearsham Manor. Now let us get the young master and miss settled, Mrs Carson.”
That evening at dinner, Manon sat listening to the quiet, serious conversation Richard and Lucian shared about the recent turn of events in the country she had been born in. Manon was no longer interested in what happened in France. Since the day her father was murdered, she hated her former fellow countrymen, and she was convinced she could never set foot there again. Jéhan, who had been whisked away by Mrs Carson to eat in the kitchen, should be ready for bed, Manon thought. She patiently waited for a lull in the conversation and asked permission to leave the table.
Both men stood when she rose. Lucian came to bow over her hand and press a feather-light kiss on its back.
“I hope you will grant me the pleasure of your company on an outing in my curricle one of these days, my dear Manon? There is a lot to be seen in Brighton.”
Manon’s eyes involuntarily darted to her uncle, who nodded slightly. “Yes, Lucian, I would be delighted,” she replied and left the room.
Richard felt as if the room grew colder, as soon as Manon closed the door behind her. Angry with himself, he reached for the Cockburn port and poured himself a generous amount of it. His friend Lucian raised an eyebrow when Richard tossed back his glass in one movement.
“I say,” Lucian commented, “are you out of sorts, old chap? I hope you do not mind me taking out Manon.”
“No, not at all. Why should I mind?”
Lucian nodded, took a cigar out of the silver box Pritchard offered him and presented it to the butler to be set alight. “You do know I am seriously considering taking an interest in your niece, I hope? Manon is a fascinating young woman, and her beauty matches her bright intellect and her lively wit.”
“I am aware of it, Lucian. I have eyes and a brain, too.”
The two men sat in silence after Richard dismissed his butler. Richard was conscious of a certain uneasiness stirring within him. His lifelong friend was beginning to take an interest, then. Small wonder there.
“Lucian,” he said, in a casual manner, “I intend to make sure that Manon receives all the attention she is entitled to. There will be parties and balls once my niece is properly kitted out. She will be given riding lessons, as well as dance instruction, and she will have to undergo quite a transformation before she is fit to meet the Brighton bucks. Are you sure you want to commit yourself already? She might turn out to be an entirely different woman than she is now, you know.”
“Oh, pish! Give her some credit, Rich! She will become even more beautiful and she will certainly grow more sophisticated, but she will always be the same, warm, uncomplicated and impulsive young woman that she is now. However, I think I have your meaning, old boy. You want me to behave and take my place in the queue that will line up for Manon as soon as she steps into the light.”
There were conflicting feelings in Richard’s mind as he listened to Lucian’s banter, for that was what it was. To Lucian, this was all just a game, a battle of words and actions governed by playful rules that varied according to the steps taken throughout the strategy. With rising panic, Richard recognized these rules and this game, and felt an unexpected shock as he realised he had played that game too since reaching adolescence and experiencing carnal attraction.
When they had become young bucks of society, privileged and rich and utterly irresponsible, he and Lucian had gone hunting for skirts. It did not signify what female came into view, and it did not matter how highborn or common the girls were. Lucian and he had laid out their strategy, lures, and charms to play the game of seduction, ruthlessly and determinedly, until they had gotten their prey where they wanted them. After the deed, no thought was left for what the unfortunate female had have been subjected to. Always onward to the next hunt – that had been their motto. Richard had always enjoyed the game. Until now.
This time, there was a snare. The female in question was Manon, and she was sacrosanct.
Fighting to keep the rising irritation out of his voice, Richard stated, “I would appreciate your reserve, Lucian. I want Manon to have every opportunity she needs to find the husband she wants. Your hovering at her elbow would not help in that. I am sure that this does not need to be said, but you do realise that our old hunting games will not be tolerated here. ”
In the kitchen, Jéhan was having the time of his life, Manon saw.
He was sitting at the enormous oaken table with a treasure trove of delicacies before him enthusiastically stuffing them into his mouth under the enchanted eye of both the housekeeper, Mrs Carson, and the cook, Mrs Petheridge. A few yards away, a couple of giggling scullery maids were watching the scene with glee.
“Oh, Mrs Carson, I hope my brother has not been overstepping the mark? Jéhan has no boundaries when it comes to sweets, I fear,” Manon asked.
Mrs Petheridge smiled broadly and replied in Mrs Carson’s stead. “Oh, no, miss! I love having him here! He is such a bright, handsome little chap, are you not, my pet?”
Jéhan nodded and to Manon’s surprise answered in English. “You are the best cook in the world, Mrs Petheridge!”
“Now where did you learn that?” Manon inquired, speaking French again.
“From Queenie there!” Jéhan replied, pointing at a petite little redhead in the small group of scullery maids. She looked to be the same age as Jéhan. “She is teaching me English!”
Manon looked at the wisp of a child, thin and pale, but laughing her head off with mirth.
“Hello, Queenie,” Manon greeted the girl. “Thank you for being my brother’s teacher.”
“Yer welcome, miss! I c’n teach ’m how ta peel vegetables too, if you want!”
That provoked a new peal of laughter between the maids. Mrs Petheridge leaned closer to Manon and whispered, “She looks small but she’s almost ten. I took her in some two weeks ago, and she never said a word nor ventured a smile, until your brother walked in here. Now she is acting like a normal child for the first time since she came here. The two of them instantly began talking to each other, your brother in French and Queenie in her Brighton dialect. They seem to understand the other without effort. Hopefully, she’ll settle in now and I want to put some flesh on that thin frame as fast as I can, poor little mite!”
“I appreciate your effort in making a welcoming home for Jéhan,” Manon said in response. “He has gone through some troublesome times, and so have I. I know that being under my uncle’s protection will bring back normalcy into our lives.”
“Right you are, miss. Mr de Briers is solid gold, do not worry. He will take you and Jéhan under his wing.”
Manon smiled at her, then ordered, “Jéhan, come with me. It is long past your bedtime.” She took her brother upstairs to the rooms that had been assigned to him in the left wing of the house. There she relinquished him into the hands of his newly appointed nanny, a pleasant fifteen-year-old girl by the name of Maisie Howard. She was Mrs Carson’s niece and had expressed a wish to serve in a stately household. When the family moved to Bearsham Manor in a few weeks’ time, Maisie would come along, as would Bessy, Manon’s lady’s maid.
Manon watched for a few moments while Maisie helped Jéhan undress and don his nightgown. She then tucked her brother into the large four poster bed and kissed him goodnight. Jéhan was exhausted, and so was she. Manon wished Maisie goodnight and left the room to go to the right wing, where her own rooms were located. On the landing, however, the deep voice of her uncle halted her.
“Manon, could I have a word with you before you retire for the night? There are some matters that need to be considered.”
SENDS EMILY BLUNT AND DWAYNE JOHNSON TO AMAZON JUNGLE
The cruise through the jungle starts July 24th
Disney has launched the second trailer and posters for a movie that will possibly be one of next summer’s biggest hits: JUNGLE CRUISE with Dwayne Johnson and Emily Blunt. Inspired by the famous Disneyland theme park ride, Disney’s JUNGLE CRUISE is an adventure filled, Amazon jungle expedition starring Dwayne Johnson as the charismatic riverboat captain and Emily Blunt as Lily Houghton, a determined explorer on a research mission. She is trying to find a tree that has healing powers. Also starring in the film are Edgar Ramirez (as the main villain at least judging by the trailer), Jack
Emily Blunt is explorer Lily Houghton in the film
Whitehall (as her brother McGregor), with Jesse Plemons, and Paul Giamatti. The sail starts July 24th, 2020! This is both Dwayne’s and Emily’s fourth movie for Disney. Disney has also released funny character posters in which you cannot see the face of one of them.
In Jungle Cruise Emily Blunt plays Lily, who travels from London, England to the Amazon jungle and enlists the help of Frank, played by Dwayne Johnson, a questionable skipper to guide her downriver on his run-down boat, La Quila. Lily is determined to locate an
Dwayne Johnson is riverboat captain Frank
ancient tree with incredible healing properties, holding the power to change the future of medicine. The unlikely duo is thrust into an epic adventure with one another where they encounter innumerable dangers and supernatural forces, all hiding within the deceptive beauty of the grand rainforest. But as the secrets of the lost tree unfold, the stakes are raised as the fate of mankind hangs in the balance.
Check out the trailer below and tell us what you think, we think it emits The Mummy and Jewel of the Nile type of super thrilling adventure vibes!
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.”
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.
“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.”
“Bloody hell, you can’t. I am carrying you there, like it or not.”
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.”
“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.
“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.
“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.”
“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.”
Today you can feast your eyes on the first photo of Gemma Arterton in BBC’s period set series BLACK NARCISSUS in which she plays a nun struggling to contain her repressed emotions in the remote Himalayan
Black Narcissus will air sometime this year at BBC One
mountains up in the palace of Mopu! The three part adaptation of Rumer Godden’s classic novel will also star Alessandro Nivola, Diana Rigg, Gina Mckee and Jim Broadbent!