by Kitty Neale
Trembling, Jill forced herself to step away from her boy. ‘Your dad’s right, Neville. Come on, you’d better get going. Give me those bloody clothes, I’ll get rid of them, and you can have some of your old things. I’ll make you up some sandwiches and cut you a bit of cake, that’ll keep you going. Stand up, Neville, come on, don’t just collapse, we don’t have long.’
But Neville couldn’t move. His panic had got him this far but now all his energy was gone. He couldn’t get out of the chair, let alone start planning an escape.
‘Come on, Neville!’ Jill shook him frantically. ‘This is the only way. Come on, shift yourself, think of your future.’
Neville shook his head, clinging to the back of the chair, seemingly unable to move.
‘Gordon Bennett, I’ll carry you if I have to but you got to go.’ Lennie stood in front of him, stern now. ‘Whatever you did, sitting there like this won’t help. Save yourself, boy. Get away up north and wait till we give you the word. It won’t be forever. Come on, up you get …’
But it was too late. Someone else was banging on the door, with authority this time.
Jill, Lennie and Neville’s blood ran cold as they heard the words: ‘Open up. Police.’
Chapter Thirty-Eight
The talk was of nothing else the next day but for once Cora wasn’t at the heart of all the gossip. The paperboys turned up only to find the newsagent’s was still locked up. One of them ran to find the owner, who complained about staff letting him down as he struggled to remember how to open up, sort out the papers, and do all the jobs he’d relied on Cora to do for so long. She’d better have a good excuse, he thought. It wasn’t until later in the day that he realised what had happened and even he had to admit he wasn’t surprised the woman hadn’t shown up.
Winnie Jewell was desperate to talk about it all to somebody but knew that Cora was unlikely to be at work that day. She wondered if she should go round to give her condolences but decided against it. She was bursting to exchange news, full of importance as it was her own sister who’d got the police involved. She’d tried talking about it to Vera, taking the unheard-of step of visiting her on the shop floor of Arding and Hobbs, but Vera hadn’t been interested in Beryl’s role in the proceedings. She was more upset to hear that Neville had been arrested and what the shock would do to Alison. ‘I’ll go round and see her after work so don’t expect me back on time,’ she told her mother. ‘Now you’d better go because the old bag is watching us and she knows you’re not a customer. Go on, don’t get me into trouble, it’s bad enough if she sees I’m upset.’
Winnie was all prepared to get into a row as to why she didn’t look good enough to be seen in the department store but Vera wasn’t falling for it.
‘Just go,’ she hissed. ‘There’s going to be enough trouble about all this, don’t add to it.’
Winnie had gone, affronted, but had bumped into Marian Dalby on the pavement outside. Here was her chance. She launched into the story, pleased that Marian hadn’t heard yet. ‘Of course I only know all this because our Beryl was on the spot and she came straight over to me after breakfast. Worried sick, she was. She thought someone was going to break in and harm her children.’
Marian stopped in her tracks, full of disbelief. ‘Neville? Neville Parrot? But he’s such a nice boy. I can’t believe it. He’s never even answered back, let alone attacked and killed someone. Are you sure, Winnie?’
Winnie drew herself up to her full height. ‘Of course I’m sure. I heard it from my own sister, who heard it all happening through the wall. He might seem like a nice boy but underneath all that he’s a raving maniac. Just goes to show. Well, I must be off.’ Offended at having her word doubted, Winnie stormed across the road, determined to find someone else who’d join in the speculation about what Neville Parrot was really like.
Marian slowly made her way along the street, recalling what Frank had said about the night out when he’d got back from the pub. He’d been concerned that Nobby had gone too far and had wound up the lad. She’d better get hold of him fast. If Neville really had cracked and killed his young wife then there must have been a good reason for it, as she didn’t believe he’d been a maniac in disguise all along.
Cora checked that her front-room curtains were pulled tight. She didn’t want anyone looking in and she couldn’t bear to see out, not with the Parrot house directly opposite. To think that she’d been friendly with them, welcomed them into her home, let their boy court her daughter. Her daughter. Blindly Cora caught hold of the back of the sofa as she was assailed yet again by memories of Hazel, her laughing, smiling, beautiful girl. She didn’t remember the rows, the lack of consideration, the way Hazel had bullied her younger sister. She didn’t think about how the girl had been recently, angry, sullen, losing those famous good looks. All she could do was rerun scenes in her mind where Hazel had been perfect, the life and soul of any party, turning all the men’s heads, making her friends wish they were her. She couldn’t believe her life had been snuffed out so abruptly. It didn’t seem possible. Any moment now, Hazel would come barging in the door, new clothes from the market in her bag, ready to pass on who said what to who at the café, planning to dress up for a night out. Of all the men who’d been interested, why did she have to pick Neville?
Cora bent double with grief, too distressed even to cry. Why hadn’t she stopped her daughter from seeing him? She’d known he would never make her happy. But she’d never imagined anything like this. If anything he was too mild-mannered, too polite, too keen to let Hazel have her way. She’d be the first to admit that Hazel could be a handful. But to kill her … no, there had to be a mistake, she’d be back from work in a minute … Her heart stopped when the door opened.
‘Mum!’ Alison stood there. ‘What are you doing? You can’t stay there like that. Can you get up? Take my arm, come on, let’s get you sitting down on the comfy chair.’
Cora’s heart sank. She knew she should be grateful for Alison’s help but she didn’t particularly want to see her youngest. The girl was of no comfort. It made the contrast with her sister even sharper, although Alison looked so different these days. All the same it was hard to forget the first seventeen years of her life and she really didn’t want to have to put up with her now, of all days.
‘I’m all right,’ she muttered. ‘Don’t fuss. Let me go, I’m all right.’
‘Really, Mum?’ Alison sounded anxious. ‘Have you had anything to eat? I brought some ham just in case. Shall I do us a spot of lunch? You’ve got to keep your strength up.’
Cora almost laughed. ‘For what? What could be worse than what’s just happened?’ Suddenly she grabbed Alison’s elbow. ‘You know what I just had to do? The police came round and told me he’d killed her then I had to go and identify the body. Can you imagine what that was like? My own child, my little girl, they’d cleaned her up but they only let me see half her face, and I could see her hair … she had that lovely hair …’
‘Oh, Mum.’ Alison guided her into the chair and got her to settle. ‘You should have asked them to get me to do it.’
‘I had to do it myself. I had to see her body before I could believe she’s dead.’
‘I can understand that,’ Alison said. She shut her eyes, recalling the events of the morning, with the knock on the door before the shop was open. She and Fred had stood there in silence as the young police constable had informed them of the news and then asked them to go over the last time they’d seen Hazel and Neville. They’d been astounded, unable to square what they knew of the friendly young man with what he’d been accused of doing. Neville, a murderer? He was the least likely person.
Alison gave herself a mental shake to bring her thoughts back to the present. She had to focus on the practicalities. ‘Does Linda know yet? Did the police say they’d be contacting her?’
Cora shook her head. ‘I don’t know. If they told me, I didn’t take it in.’
‘I could phone Terry’s firm and if he isn’t in the depot,
I could ask his boss to pass on a message,’ Alison suggested.
Cora stirred herself. ‘Yep, sooner the better.’ She had to get rid of her youngest. She was making things worse, not better. ‘Not being funny or anything but I’m washed out. I think I’ll have a little sleep. You go back and get hold of Terry somehow. Don’t worry about me. Get back and look after that baby of yours, I’ll be fine.’
‘Don’t you want me to make you a sandwich or something? Wouldn’t you feel better coming back with me?’
Cora’s stomach heaved at the thought of food. ‘No, you leave me that ham and I’ll do it myself later,’ she said, thinking she’d do no such thing. ‘You go on now. I’m going to have a lie-down. I’d rather be in my own home.’
‘Well, if you’re sure …’ Alison hesitated. She didn’t think her mother ought to be left alone at a time like this, but she couldn’t phone Terry’s firm from here and there wasn’t even a public box nearby. ‘I’ll go and make that call now but I’ll be back later.’
Cora nodded but could think of nothing worse than the wrong daughter hanging around, cluttering up the place. ‘No, you look after Fred and the baby. That’s what matters now. Off you go.’ She practically pushed the girl out of the door and slammed it swiftly behind her, before anyone could look in or she caught a glimpse of the house across the road. She didn’t think she’d ever be able to set foot outside her own door again.
Alison wasn’t sure what to think as she made her way back to the flat. She was worried about her mum who, even though she’d always put on a tough front, had been dealt a blow that no mother should ever have to suffer. As for herself, she didn’t know what she felt. She was in shock. Even though she’d often hated her sister she wouldn’t have wished this on her. As for Neville, what had got into him? He could hang for this, she realised. And what about his family? They’d always been so kind to her and never let Cora and Hazel’s sniping affect the way they treated her. They were some of the friendliest and fair-minded people she knew. What would this do to them?
But she couldn’t mind about that now. Linda had to be told. She dreaded making the call and found her legs getting heavy as lead the closer she got to the front door. It would be better to speak to Terry first, though, in case the Kent police hadn’t been round. She didn’t know how these things worked, but she knew that a shock would be bad for Linda’s unborn baby. Grimly Alison remembered how she’d hoped shock would bring on her own miscarriage and how it failed, but she wasn’t going to risk it with her sister.
Alison went into the shop and was relieved to find it empty of customers. Fred was wiping down the counter and she could hear David gurgling from the back room.
‘How did it go?’ he asked, coming across and hugging her.
‘Mum’s not in a good way,’ said Alison, ‘but she didn’t want me there – said she was going to sleep. They made her identify the body. I don’t think she should be left on her own for long but there’s no budging her. What’s it been like here?’
‘This is the quietest it’s been all day,’ Fred said. ‘Word has gone round like wildfire and they’re all in here, saying it’s to see how we are but really to get more snippets for the gossips. Winnie’s been here. She said it was to tell you Vera will be round after work, but after that it was like the Inquisition. I got rid of her as fast as I could. I didn’t want her still here when you got back.’
‘Thanks, Fred. I couldn’t have stood her, not today.’ Alison met his eyes. ‘I said I’d call Terry at work in case they don’t know. I really don’t want to.’
‘Do you want me to do it?’ Fred offered, as she had known he would. She was tempted. Then she shook her head. ‘No. Best not. I’ve got to do it really.’ She gritted her teeth. ‘I’ll go up and get it over with. Wish me luck.’
Fred watched her go, knowing that this would be the first of many unbearable conversations. He wished he could put the clock back to yesterday when they’d been so happy, making plans and having an early night. But he knew things would never be the same again.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Terry put down the phone and rubbed his eyes. He couldn’t take in what he’d just heard. Alison’s words had shaken him to the core. He’d known some dodgy characters back in the days before he’d met Linda and sorted himself out but he’d never come across anything like this. He’d have to get back home to tell her at once.
It had been pure luck that he hadn’t already set off on his next batch of deliveries when his boss had taken the call. He’d had to get a new bulb for one of the brake lights and by the time it was fitted he was running late, but it had been a blessing in disguise. He could have been anywhere – some days he was away all day and on others he was off overnight.
His boss waved him away, saying he knew what had gone on and to take as much time as he wanted, so Terry rushed home by the most direct route. His mind was whirling. This would cut Linda to the quick. She loved her sisters, different though they were, and felt close to them despite the distance between them. He himself had always got on with Hazel, even if he thought she was a bit rough on Alison most of the time. She couldn’t hold a candle to Linda but then nobody could. Yet however unfair she’d been to the youngest in the family she hadn’t deserved this. What had possessed Neville?
Linda would have got back from nursery with June, but the little girl might have gone to a friend’s house. Or she might have someone back to play with her. He hoped not. He couldn’t remember what today’s arrangements were – they usually passed him by in a blur in the mornings. He hoped there wouldn’t be a house full of four-year-olds waiting when he got back.
As he rounded a corner a police car drew up and two officers got out. He quickened his pace. If Linda opened the door to find the police on the doorstep, she’d likely imagine it was something to do with the boxes and he didn’t want that. Today’s news was going to be enough of a shock as it was. He hurried to catch them before they went up the garden path, and explained who he was and that he already knew about his sister-in-law. Once they heard Linda was pregnant they agreed their presence would make things worse and agreed to wait outside in the car while he broke the news to her himself.
None of them noticed a black van pull over on the other side of the road.
Alison finally managed to cry when Vera came round. They settled in the living room while Fred took David for a walk to give them some time on their own. ‘I don’t know why I’m crying,’ she sobbed. ‘I didn’t even like her most of the time. She was horrible to me but I can’t believe she’s gone.’
‘She was still your sister,’ Vera said. ‘That goes deeper than liking someone or not. I often don’t like my mum much but I’d be heartbroken if anything was to happen to her. That’s family for you.’
Alison wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her cardigan. ‘I know. And that’s another thing. Mum wouldn’t be helped earlier, just wanted to be on her own. I don’t think that’s right, she looked awful, but she was dead set on it.’
Vera sighed deeply. ‘You can’t force her, she’s a grown woman. Give her time. You’re all still in shock. Everyone copes in different ways.’
Alison nodded. ‘You’re right, as usual. I’ll give her a bit of time. She’s got food in, I took her some. Anyway, Linda rang me back from Terry’s office and said she and June would be coming up tomorrow. If Mum won’t have them at her place they can stay here. There’s plenty of room. As if it mattered.’ She started sobbing again, digging in her pocket for a handkerchief.
Vera found her own first and passed it over. ‘Here. Have this. Staff discount’s finest. God, in all of this it’s Neville I feel sorry for. You might think it’s terrible of me to say that.’
Alison shook her head. ‘No, the daft thing is I know what you mean. It’s a mess, isn’t it? It can’t have been much of a picnic being married to Hazel. There was only one way of doing things when she was around, and that was her way, and heaven help anyone who didn’t agree … God forgive me for speaking ill of th
e dead. But it’s true. I didn’t see much of her but you get to hear things, you know how it is. Everyone was saying how much she’d changed.’
Vera turned to look out of the window. ‘She never liked me. She was one of those who believed everything she heard and spoke behind my back every chance she got. So I felt sorry for Neville. But that’s all I did, I purposely kept away because I knew if Hazel found out we’d had the one drink it would make things worse for him. From what I heard it wasn’t what you’d call a happy marriage.’ She stared at the darkening sky outside. ‘Poor Neville. It must all have got too much for him.’
‘He might get the death sentence,’ whispered Alison.
‘He might.’ Vera turned back to look at her friend. ‘I can’t begin to think about it. But it’ll depend what he’s charged with, won’t it?’
‘The police this morning say he claimed he didn’t know what he was doing,’ Alison said. ‘So it might not be murder. But he still won’t get off, will he?’
‘No, he might spend years in prison. But you don’t want him to get away with it, do you?’
‘No. That wouldn’t be fair. I just keep thinking about his family. They must be going through hell and I can’t help feeling sorry for them, but Neville killed my sister!’ Tears rolled down her cheeks again.
‘I know,’ said Vera. ‘It’s such a terrible mess.’
Linda arrived the next day, not her usual efficient self and very shaky. Her bump was very visible; the baby was due in about three months and she was beginning to struggle to get around. It didn’t help that June was hopping up and down with excitement at the thought of seeing David. She was too young to understand what had happened to Hazel and as far as she was concerned it was another trip to Battersea, where she usually got lots of attention and presents.