The Woman in Black Page #5

and I must remember to ask Keckwick

to bring more of that yellow soap,

so useful for washing the floor.

Last night she did not come until

four in the morning.

Then it was bad. A bad night.

Last night she did not come until

four in the morning.

Then it was bad. A bad night.

Keckwick!

Keckwick!

I'm here on the path, I was

coming to meet you.

Keckwick!

Keckwick!

Keckwick, I can't see you!

Where are you?

No! No! No!

Mummy! Mummy! Mummy!

Keckwick!

Bit slowed up by the fret.

- I thought you

- Heard you yelling for me.

Don't worry, I'd not have left

you. Better get in, then.

Going back again?

I'm... I'm not sure when.

Gimme a call.

They all know Keckwick.

Edmund Toovey.

Died 27 of April, 1910.

Aged 4 years. Always in our hearts.

Mr Toovey, I am sorry to interrupt.

Yes, this isn't really a convenient

moment, Mr Kidd.

We are conducting business.

How did you get on?

I think you may be able to guess.

I trust you were able to find the papers

you needed and make a useful start.

Oh yes. Mr Pepperell, I saw her again.

- Who?

- That woman.

And there was more.

All right. It's all right.

I am sorry, Mr Toovey.

We'll go over theses clauses some

other time. It's a bit late.

Yes.

Mr Kidd. I'll be glad to offer you supper.

I think you need it.

Throw him down, Mr Kidd.

Doesn't he love you?

I've never seen him make

such a fuss of anyone.

He knows your nature, you see?

- What's his name?

- Spider.

Wasn't that a dreadful name

to put on him? Spider.

It was my husband's idea.

Well, as a pup he looked like one.

He was little

a little hairy thing, all legs.

Oh, look at that.

- Do you have children, Mr Kidd?

- Yes, two.

Yes, I was sure you did.

What are they?

Boy and girl. Three and no,

four and nought.

And what are they called?

Boy is Eddie, Edward that is,

only we don't call him that.

And the girl?

She is Wyn. Wynifred.

She is not quite six months, so we're

just beginning to get to know her.

She is a she looks a lot like my wife.

I hoped she would.

- They drive you mad sometimes.

- Oh yes.

But I But we weren't blessed.

- Were we, Sam?

- No. We weren't blessed.

Supper is served.

Come along, Mr Kidd.

Can you guess how much

I've gathered up out there?

Nine farms.

Big and small.

12,600 acres.

Half a dozen faithful tenants.

God knows how many labourers.

And I'm not gonna stop now.

I've heard it said you'll own

half the county.

I might at that.

Why do I do it?

I don't know. Why do you?

I don't know. No reason, except

to go on and on.

Doing it becomes its

own reason, you see.

And in the end

there's no point at all.

It's like all hobbies.

Essentially pointless.

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