Anne Bennett 3-Book Collection: A Sister’s Promise, A Daughter’s Secret, A Mother’s Spirit. Anne Bennett

destruction made her think again of her young brother and her grandfather, and she wondered what had happened to them. The tug of worry had never left her since her memory had returned, and she was frustrated that she was unable to try to find out anything and maybe be a measure of comfort to her young brother, She wondered too how long it would be before Will should decide that it was safe enough for her to leave. She knew she had to listen to him, though, and however worried she was about her family, she would never dream of defying Will and maybe putting his family in danger, though it was very hard to do nothing at all.

      ‘Now, remember you are my niece newly over from Ireland to help Betty with the baby,’ Ruby said.

      Molly nodded because it was what had been decided the night before. But the official who listened to her explanation said, ‘Funny time to come, when the country is at war.’

      ‘That’s why,’ Molly said. ‘Betty is worried about coping with the baby in the raids and all.’

      ‘My daughter is living with me at the moment, you see,’ Ruby said, ‘but once the baby is born and she is returned to her own home, I am registering for war work and so Molly has come to give her a hand until she is properly on her feet again.’

      ‘And what do you intend to do then?’ the man asked Molly. ‘Will you return to Ireland?’

      Molly shook her head. ‘I very much doubt it,’ she said. ‘I think I will look for a job here.’

      The man seemed happy enough with that and he stamped the ration book and handed it over, saying as he did, ‘You have to register with a grocer, greengrocer and butcher to get your allotted rations. I suppose your aunt has explained all that to you already.’

      Molly had been surprised when Ruby had said she was going to look for war-related work because she had not said a word about it to anyone, though Molly knew the country had a desperate need for women to enter the workplace. She asked her about it as they made their way home.

      ‘It’s not something I have just thought of,’ Ruby said. ‘It started when I read about the need for woman workers in the papers before Christmas. I mean, they even had vans with loudspeakers touring the areas, urging woman to do their bit. I know if my Harold had still been alive he would have encouraged me to go for it.’

      ‘Well, I think it’s wonderful,’ Molly said.

      ‘Point is, Molly, we have got to win this damned war,’ Ruby said. ‘There is no doubt about that, and so I would say it needs every man jack of us women that can to set to and not only free as many men as possible, but make sure they have the arms they need to fight effectively.’

      Molly knew Ruby spoke the truth. ‘You are right. I only wish I could do something worthwhile.’

      ‘You need to have patience,’ Ruby said.

      But Molly was worried because she knew she couldn’t stay with Ruby for ever. In fact, every day she stayed there she was jeopardising them all, but she hadn’t a plan in her head about how she was to support herself once she left the house.

      The new year of 1941 was just over a week old when Collingsworth decided to redouble his efforts to find Molly. As he confided to Will, she couldn’t be dead.

      ‘If she was, her body would have fetched up somewhere by now.’

      ‘Not if she jumped in the canal.’

      Collingsworth thought about this for a minute or two, then said, ‘No, all right, if she jumped in the canal her body might never be found, though with the traffic using the canals since the war began it might well be. But I ask you, why would she go to the trouble of escaping just to do herself in? It don’t make sense. No, I feel it in my bones that she is alive and well, and to be in that state someone has had to be helping her. When I find out who that person is, they will wish they had never taken their first breath.’

      Will tasted fear in his mouth that caused it to go suddenly dry, while his heart hammered in his chest, and not for himself alone, but for Betty and the gutsy Ruby. For a moment he wished he had never overheard that conversation between Collingsworth and Ray. If he hadn’t heard it, the deed would have been done and he would have known nothing about it. Molly could have been counted as one more casualty in a war that had already claimed many innocent victims. Hearing about it, however, meant that because he was an ordinary, decent human being, he had to do something, and in doing so endangered the lives of those dearest to him.

      There was no course open to him but to go on with it now. Ray, when he had recovered sufficiently, had readily told Collingsworth all he knew about Molly that she had recounted to him in the shelter, and the things that Charlie had checked out, and so Collingsworth learned about the grandfather, who Ray found out had died, and the brother who was probably in Erdington Cottage Homes in Fentham Road.

      ‘She doesn’t know this?’

      ‘Well, I didn’t tell her, and when she left she would have no memory of a brother or anything else much. If she has recovered herself sufficiently now, and her memory has returned, she will easily find out, as Charlie did.’

      And so a watch was put on Molly’s grandfather’s house and another was sent to keep an eye out at the entrance to the Cottage Homes. Will knew of this, but told no one at the house in case it alarmed them. He told Molly only that she wouldn’t be able to make a move just yet a while.

      A month later they were no further forward and the search was called off in the middle of February, though Collingsworth said he could feel in his bones that the girl was alive and somewhere in the city. Of course, he told himself, they wouldn’t have had to go to all this bother if Morris hadn’t screwed up so badly in the first place, and his frustration turned to anger directed against the man. He wished he had let the heavies go on and finish him off that time. Well, that could be remedied he thought; Ray Morris was nothing to him.

      Ray was no fool and he knew the way the wind was blowing with Collingsworth. When he saw his heavies outside his flat, just after the search was called off, he shook with fear. He had barely recovered from the first beating that Collingsworth had authorised and he guessed that if he stayed around for this one, then it would be the end for him, and he climbed out of his window, down the drainpipe and was away.