The train was late, but he was confident that the ferry wouldn't leave the harbour before all the passengers were on board. After an overnight stay in Cork, he would book a passage on a ship, any ship, that was sailing to America. There he would begin a new life, with the money he made from the sale of Barrington Hall.
The idea of his ancestral home going under the hammer made him think about his mother for the first time. Where would she live, once the house had been sold? She could always join Elizabeth at the Manor House. After all, it had more than enough room. Failing that, she could move in with the Harveys, who had three houses, not to mention numerous cottages on their estates.
His thoughts then turned to the Barrington Shipping Line - a business that had been built up by two generations of the family, while the third had managed to bring it to its knees quicker than a bishop's blessing.
For a moment, he thought about Olga Piotrovska, thankful that he would never see her again. He even spared a passing thought for Toby Dunstable, who had been the cause of all his trouble.
Emma and Grace crossed his mind, but not for very long: he'd never seen the point of daughters. And then he thought about Giles, who had avoided him after escaping from Weinsberg PoW camp and returning to Bristol. People regularly asked after his war hero son, and Hugo had to make up some new story every time. That would no longer be necessary, because once he was in America the umbilical cord would finally be severed, although in time - and Hugo was still determined it would be some considerable time - Giles would inherit the family title, even if all that therein is was no longer worth the paper it was written on.
But most of the time he thought about himself, an indulgence that was only interrupted when the train arrived at Fishguard. He waited for everyone else to leave the carriage before he took his suitcase down from the rack and stepped out on to the platform.
He followed the megaphone directions, 'Buses to the harbour. Buses to the harbour!' There were four. He chose the third. This time it was only a short journey, and he couldn't miss the terminal, despite the blackout; another long third-class queue, this time for the Cork ferry.
After buying a one-way ticket, he walked up the gangway, stepped on board and found a nook that no self-respecting cat would have curled up in. He didn't feel safe until he heard two blasts on the foghorn and, in the gentle swell, felt the ship drifting away from the quayside.
Once the ferry had passed the harbour wall, he relaxed for the first time, and was so exhausted he rested his head on the suitcase and fell into a deep sleep.
Hugo couldn't be sure how long he'd been asleep when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He looked up to see two men towering over him.
'Sir Hugo Barrington?' one of them asked.
There didn't seem much point in denying it. They yanked him up by the shoulders and told him he was under arrest. They took their time reading out a long list of the charges.
'But I'm on my way to Cork,' he protested. 'Surely we must be beyond the twelve-mile limit?'
'No, sir,' said the second officer, 'you're on your way back to Fishguard.'
Several passengers leaned over the ship's railings to get a closer view of the handcuffed man being escorted down the gangway, who had been the cause of them being delayed.
Hugo was bundled into the back of a black Wolseley car, and moments later he began the long journey back to Bristol.
The Sins of the Father
When the cell door opened a uniformed man brought in some breakfast on a tray - not the kind of breakfast, not the kind of tray and certainly not the kind of uniformed man Sir Hugo was accustomed to seeing first thing in the morning. One look at the fried bread and tomatoes bathed in oil, and he pushed the tray to one side. He wondered how long it would be before this became part of his staple diet. The constable returned a few minutes later, took away the tray and slammed the cell door closed.
The next time the door opened, two officers entered the cell and escorted Hugo up the stone steps to the charge room on the first floor. Ben Winshaw, the Barrington Shipping Line's company solicitor, was waiting for him.
'I'm so very sorry, chairman,' he said.
Hugo shook his head, a look of resignation on his face. 'What happens next?' he asked.
'The superintendent told me they'll be charging you in the next few minutes. You'll then be taken to court, where you'll appear before a magistrate. All you have to do is plead not guilty. The superintendent made it clear that they would oppose any request for bail, and would point out to the magistrate that you were arrested while trying to leave the country in possession of a suitcase containing eight hundred pounds. The press, I fear, are going to have a field day.'
Hugo and his solicitor sat alone in the charge room and waited for the superintendent to appear. The solicitor warned Hugo that he should be prepared to spend several weeks in prison before the trial opened. He suggested the names of four KCs who might be retained to defend him. They had just settled on Sir Gilbert Gray, when the door opened and a sergeant walked in.
'You are free to leave, sir,' he said, as if Hugo had committed some minor traffic offence.
It was some time before Winshaw recovered enough to ask, 'Will my client be expected to return later in the day?'
'Not that I'm aware of, sir.'
Hugo walked out of the police station a free man.
The Sins of the Father
The story only made a small paragraph on page 9 of the Bristol Evening News. The Hon Toby Dunstable, second son of the eleventh Earl of Dunstable, died of a heart attack, while in custody at Wimbledon Police Station.
It was Derek Mitchell who later filled in the details behind the story.
He reported that the earl had visited his son in his cell, just a couple of hours before Toby took his own life. The officer on duty overheard several sharp exchanges between father and son, during which honour, the family's reputation and the decent thing to do in the circumstances were repeated again and again by the earl. At the inquest held a fortnight later at Wimbledon Crown Court, the magistrate asked the officer in question if he'd seen any pills pass between the two men during the earl's visit.
'No, sir,' he replied, 'I did not.'
Death by natural causes was the verdict delivered by the magistrate's panel at Wimbledon Crown Court later that afternoon.
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'MR PRENDERGAST has telephoned several times this morning, chairman,' said Miss Potts as she followed Sir Hugo into his office, 'and on the last occasion he emphasized that it was urgent.' If she was surprised to see the chairman unshaven and wearing a tweed suit that looked as if he'd slept in it, she said nothing.
Hugo's first thought on hearing that Prendergast wanted to speak to him urgently was that the Broad Street deal must have fallen through and the bank would expect him to return its £800 forthwith. Prendergast could think again.
'And Tancock,' said Miss Potts, checking her notepad, 'says he has some news that you'll want to hear.' The chairman didn't comment. 'But the most important thing,' she continued, 'is the letter I've left on your desk. I have a feeling you'll want to read it immediately.'
Hugo began reading the letter even before he'd sat down. He then read it a second time, but still couldn't believe it. He looked up at his secretary.