A Crowded Coffin (22 page)

‘They’ll be at it all night,’ he grinned, nodding to Edith who had now produced her tablet and was making notes as she and Sam brainstormed. ‘She just rang the agricultural college at Sparsholt, up the road, to make an appointment for someone to come over and give advice, and then she invited the new manager over to join their discussions, you know, the guy who takes over in September, because he’s keen to get things on the move. The plans they’ve got.…’ His mouth twisted in a wry smile. ‘Art shows in the barn – that’s apparently going to be my pigeon; weddings and mediaeval banquets in the Great Hall; an official dig with Roman history displays, of course, and the stables turned into holiday lets and God knows what else. They won’t be happy till they open the Locksley Hilton.’

Harriet laughed out loud at the prospect. ‘Did you know Walter is after a new tenant for the vacant farm?’ she asked. ‘He’d like to go in for some rare breeds and make the farm accessible to people, school visits and projects and so forth. It’ll be a major undertaking but with the prospect of money from the paintings, he’ll be able to think about it seriously. Old Misselbrook’s house needs gutting from top to toe but it could be a really decent family home for the right people.’ She gazed over the fields again, basking in the warmth of the sun. ‘I believe there’s even talk of looking into planning permission for a farm shop over there, as there’s road access.’

‘You’re glad about Sam taking on the job of helping here, aren’t you?’ Rory asked. ‘He’ll be a godsend to Cousin Walter; there’ll be a shedload of paperwork. I’ll help where I can but I’ll be pretty occupied once term begins.’

‘It’s a godsend to Sam too,’ she smiled. ‘He’s really interested and I’ve not seen him this animated since Avril died. Moving to Locksley will be good for him, though I’m not so sure about his plan for our joint attic.’

Rory cocked his head.

‘It was all one house once,’ she went on, turning away from the fence and heading back towards the house. ‘Sam’s planning to open up the connecting door on the landing and the one downstairs too, which is fine by me, but he also wants to turn the attic into one enormous layout for his model railway. All kinds of plans on the cards, apparently.’

‘Harriet.…’ Rory changed the subject so abruptly that she halted in her tracks and stared at him. ‘What Sam was saying, about when we were up on the roof … when the vicar fell, did
you
think it was a heron that flew at him?’

‘No,’ she said quietly, glancing upward with a shudder. ‘For one insane moment – and you have to remember I really
was
almost insane with grief and rage having just seen Sam shot dead, as I supposed – if you must know, I thought it was the angel, the one that appeared to the Roman, come to rescue its own.’

Rory’s sigh of satisfaction confirmed her suspicions and he ducked his head away from her penetrating gaze.

‘You too?’ she shrugged. ‘Hmm, yes, somehow I think we’ll keep that to ourselves, shall we? I don’t mind being thought eccentric but that might be a step too far.’

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