arrested him. Four years. Heâs being released early under some sort of amnesty for Hostilities-Only men. He qualifies, apparently, because although he went absent, he didnât do it while on active service. It gets him off the hook.â
Mercer struggled to remember what either Mary or Elizabeth Lynch had told him or implied about the man. âDo you think the girl knows all this?â
Jacob shrugged. âYou can understand how much more convenient it would be for him to return as some kind of hero rather than a jail-bird.â
âBut surely everyone else must know.â
âOf course they know, but I imagine theyâll keep up some kind of pretence while it makes any sense to do so.â
Mercer tried again to remember precisely what Mary had told him, to understand what she herself truly believed.
âWhy did he go absent?â he said.
âWho knows.â Jacob started coughing again, but this time the bout was neither so severe nor so prolonged.
âShe has a release date,â Mercer said.
âI know. I wonder what she expects. According to a man at the airfield, she never once went to see him in Colchester. The boy, his youngest, was little more than a baby when they took him off. Apparently, him and the girl were close, so perhaps thatâs why theyâre keeping up the pretence.â
âSheâll soon know,â Mercer said.
âOf course she will.â
âPerhaps the others believe youâll be the one to tell her. Perhaps thatâs why they drive you off with sticks.â
âLook at me,â Jacob said. âThey donât need any good reason to do that.â He stared absently across the grass and distant runway for several seconds, and then said, âMy sister was her age. Anna. She reminds me very much of her.â His voice was even and low, and Mercer knew not to interrupt him. Then Jacob drew a ball of phlegm to his lips and spat it at his feet with a grunt. In the distance, the drills and hammers finally fell silent. A cloud of flies drifted back and forth above the drain.
Jacob turned to look at Mercer. âTheyâll run rings around you,â he said.
âIt might serve my purpose to let them do it.â
âAnd supposing the girl already knows about her father. What kind of homecoming would that be?â
âI donât think she does,â Mercer said.
âApparently, he had a temper. It wasnât the best of marriages even before all this.â
A klaxon sounded on the airfield, and a group of men, tiny figures at that distance, ran towards one of the buildings. In places, tractors had already startedploughing up the land beneath the recently removed concrete.
âDo you think the man will stay here?â Mercer said.
âI daresay there will be terms and conditions attached to his release. I doubt if itâs what he would want, but I doubt heâll have much say in the matter.â
âAnd his wife and children even less.â
âWho cares?â Jacob said. He rose from the chest and wiped the flakes of rust from his trousers.
âWhy do you imagine he came back here in the first place?â Mercer said. âSurely, this was the most obvious place for them to come looking for him.â
âThe man who told me all this said he came back because heâd heard his wife was messing around with another man here. She wasnât, but thatâs what he believed. He came back to sort her out. When they arrested him, they took one look at her and the results of this sorting-out and tried to persuade her to press further charges.â
âWhat did he do to her?â
âUse your imagination.â
Mercer rose and they walked together along the road.
âWas Anna your only sister?â Mercer said eventually.
âShe was.â
They parted where the road turned inland.
âIâd like to come and visit you,â Mercer said.
âThereâs nothing