The Woman in Black Page #4

Well it's over, anyway.

Oh, by the way, you were

slightly wrong.

What about?

You said there'd be no mourners.

Well, there was one. Just one.

Who was he?

It was a woman.

A woman?

She was a mourner.

I mean, all dressed in black.

Are you going to the house?

This afternoon.

- Can I get you another?

- Oh no, thank you, lad.

I've got to keep a clear head.

Got the deals to settle.

Now, remember what I

said. Anything you need.

Thank you, Bill.

Excuse me.

Is this place taken?

Sit you down, boy.

- Been a bit of trouble out there?

- More bread, lads?

An accident.

- You heard about it?

- Yes.

Bum gypsy kid nearly got mashed up.

A fellow pulled her out of it.

- So I believe.

- Should have left well alone.

Too many gypsies around here.

Market day brings 'em in.

- You know him, do you? Sam Toovey?

- A bit.

He's had a good day.

Bought a lot of beasts.

Look at him, that pleased with hisself.

You don't like him, either?

Can't match his offers.

- You're not from 'round here?

- No.

Let me guess. Buying and

selling land, maybe?

Big Sam's your man. Greedy for it.

- They say he'll buy half the county.

- Just a house.

Where?

On the marshes.

Eel Marsh House?

Yes.

You'll not sell that.

Nobody will have to do with it,

not Big Sam or nobody else.

Why?

Pass the salt.

Ah. You Mr Kidd?

Yes. You're

Keckwick. Up here with you then.

Go on.

Is it far?

A mile or so. To the causeway.

How long is the causeway?

That depends.

On what?

If there is any.

The tide's in, it ain't there at all.

I kept her going, you know.

The old woman.

Twice a week regular, I've gone out.

Sometimes more.

If there be special needs.

- Is this it? The causeway?

- Yes.

It's got a name.

Nine Lives Causeway they call it.

That's what a cat's got.

It's what you need out here.

Quiet, boy.

What a fret.

Sea mist.

That's a foreigner's name.

It's so quick.

That it is.

You go wrong here, and

you're in the marsh.

Then you're done for.

Have many been lost?

Oh aye.

It needs help, always.

This was her room.

This was her chair.

It was me that found her.

When she died. And

I found her dead.

Last week that was.

She was just sitting there.

I thought she'd say

'Good morning, Mr Keckwick'.

But she didn't.

Is that really electric light?

Come. I'll show you.

Here.

Her husband, he must have been

keen on new-fangled things.

But he died out foreign.

Mostly she was just a widow.

- There. Now you got electric light.

- Thank you.

I'll be back before the tide.

Three o'clock, no later.

This is Arthur Kidd speaking.

I'm in Eel Marsh House among

all Mrs Drablow's rubbish.

This is Arthur Kidd speaking.

I'm in Eel Marsh House among

all Mrs Drablow's rubbish.

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