Tuesday, December 30, 2008
A Mossy Scandal
It’s been such a mild winter that Devious has been cutting back the shrubbery ready for spring – a job he normally leaves until February when the sap starts to rise but since leaves are already appearing he started early.
It was just as well that he did. We found an unmarked grave under the rose bushes – Jennifer Hardy 1859 – 1893. We have a little mystery on our hands since even I have no idea who she was, and I was part of the household for the whole of the nineteenth century.
Harold, Devious and I trooped down to the mausoleum to see Lady Waters. Though long dead, she was alive at the time and might remember the circumstances. She did.
“It was a sad affair,” she said. “She came to us from the poorhouse. She’d been the servant of Mr. Berrington, the funeral director but he’d died without leaving her ant references and the family had thrown her out.” She lowered her voice, as if a scandal almost two centuries old would still turn heads. “There was a child involved,” she said. “Young Henry.”
I frowned. “I remember Henry very well,” he said. “But I thought he was Clarissa’s child.”
“As did everyone else,” said Lady Waters, Clarissa’s mother. “That’s why poor Lissy was so enraged when Jenny threatened to tell the vicar.”