Children of the Tide
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At Fleet Lane Station House, Rance and Tibald met with the inspector. He informed them of the capture and then gave them orders for the next morning to make a full day’s round of workhouses to determine whether any incidents had occurred during the night concerning murder or the fate of abandoned girls. “A caution only, gentlemen, in case we have made a grave error with Mr. Jibbs,” quipped the inspector.
“The coroner and magistrate must decide on the ultimate guilt of Mr. Jibbs,” Endersby further explained before dismissing the men to go home. He then went up to his office, where he sat for an hour with Caldwell and wrote up a brief description of the evening’s events in language lugubrious enough in tone to satisfy the whims of Superintendent Borne.
“And what of Sergeant Smeets, sir?” enquired Caldwell, closing down his inkwell.
“What indeed?”
“May we still regard him as a suspect, sir?”
“We may regard him as such, but we cannot prosecute him in that role as we have no acceptable proof.”
“Thank you, sir. Shall I inform Doctor Reeves and Smeets himself?”
“I shall do that in the morning, Sergeant.”
Endersby sighed. “Our professional life of detection, sir, is so often fraught with doubt and half-truths. I am sure you would agree that the byways of the criminal mind are myriad.”
“As usual, sir, I do admire your ramblings,” replied Caldwell.
“I thank you, Sergeant,” Endersby said, letting out a tremendous yawn. The two men parted. To ease his foot and the band of tightness in his lower back, Endersby decided to walk home to Number Six Cursitor Street. Arriving at his front door, he was met by a jubilant Harriet. After a wash, a shave, and a change of bindings on his injured hand, Endersby donned his Persian smoking robe and sat down with his beloved Harriet at the dinner table.
“What delight,” sighed Harriet. “I always sleep more soundly on hearing your case is closed. But then again, I must warn myself that new cases will appear.”
“A life of sorrow, madam?” Endersby quipped, patting his lips.
“Worry, sir. Honest concern. It is the lot of a public servant’s spouse to forbear the trials of her mate.” Later, by the fire, the tea table was crowded with hot toast and fried mushrooms. Harriet had prepared a black Indian tea, a blend saved for occasions of joy. When the two retired to their bed, candles extinguished, Endersby could not fall to sleep. He rubbed his knee; he scratched his head. Harriet sat up. She lit a single candle.
“Tell me,” she said gently, showing no impatience.
“Nothing at all, dear one, I swear.”
“Tell me of nothing, then,” she said, taking his large hand in hers.
“Why lace?” the inspector asked.
“Indeed,” mused Harriet.
“Still very puzzling,” Endersby then said.
Harriet stared into the tired eyes of her husband. A great yawn sprung forth from the inspector. “I do beg your pardon, madam.”
“Pardon granted,” Harriet said, pinching out the candle light. “By the by, a most curious-looking letter arrived for you in this evening’s mail. It appears to be from the French embassy.”
“A letter?” Endersby replied, plumping his pillow.
“Important, I would imagine,” Harriet said.
“Best it wait until morning,” Endersby said, his eyes closing.
“Very wise of you, dear,” Harriet said. “Good night.”
“Good night, indeed,” said Endersby, his right arm slowly circling the shoulders of his wife as she lay back to rest her head close to his.
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