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been making the headlines with his opposition to Gladstone’s Home Rule Bill.
    Late in the afternoon of the second day, my half sister, Rebecca, arrived from Cornwall. The very sight of her lifted my spirits a little, and I remembered how in my childhood I had always gone to her for comfort.
    She came to my room and we clung together.
    “My poor, poor Lucie,” she said. “This is terrible. And you were with him at the time. What does it mean? Who could have done this?”
    I shook my head. “The police have been here. There have been a lot of questions. Celeste didn’t want me to see them but they insisted.”
    “They are hinting that this is something to do with his opposition to the Irish Bill.”
    I nodded. “They are saying that the Bill failed to get through the Lords because of my father’s speaking out against it. And, of course, he was one of those who voted against it.”
    “Surely that could not be a reason for … murder!”
    “I don’t know. It’s probably some wild conjecture. The press has brought it up to make it more sensational. There is a mention of the Phoenix Park murders.”
    “That was years ago.”
    “About ten. And then Lord Frederick Cavendish and his Under Secretary were shot … just as my father was.”
    She nodded.
    “So it seems possible,” I said. “Who else would do it?”
    “Perhaps someone he knew long ago. Perhaps it was some personal feud. Did you know of anything? I suppose a man such as he was might have enemies.”
    “I don’t know, but I expect the police will find out.”
    “Lucie, you must come back with me to Cornwall.”
    “I couldn’t go yet, Rebecca. I have to wait here for a while. The fact that I was with him when it happened … you see, they come here and ask me questions. There will be an inquest and after that … what do you think will happen? Will they catch this man?”
    She lifted her shoulders.
    “I saw him, you see,” I went on. “I saw him clearly.”
    I told her about the man who had waited by the railings the night before the shooting, and how I had seen him next day kill my father.
    She was astonished. “He would obviously have done it the night before, if your father had come home. Can you be sure it was the same man?”
    “Absolutely. He had such distinguishing features. Moreover there was something about him … something I can’t describe … something purposeful.”
    “You have told the police this?”
    “Yes, and they are very excited about it.”
    “Do you think it could be that this man is known to them?”
    “I hadn’t thought of that. But I see that it could be. Oh, Rebecca, it was so good of you to come. I feel better now that you are here.”
    “I know,” she said gently.
    “Will you stay?”
    “I shall until after the funeral. Then I shall take you back with me.”
    “I suppose there has to be an inquest.”
    “Certainly there will be. I’ll stay till it’s all over and then you can come back with me to Cornwall.”
    “What of Celeste? I feel I should be with her.”
    “She could come, too. You will both want to get away from this house for a while.”
    “There will be changes everywhere,” I said. “I suppose we shall have to think of what we are going to do. At the moment I can think of nothing but his standing there. He looked surprised. I suppose it was less than a second but it seemed longer and there was my father … staggering, covered in blood. Oh, Rebecca, it was terrible.”
    She put her arms about me and held me tightly.
    “You must try to put that out of your mind. It’s over and there is nothing we can do about it. We’ve got to think of the future.”
    “Yes. But later …”
    “The children would love to have you with us,” said Rebecca. “And so would Pedrek.”
    I nodded. I always enjoyed my visits to Rebecca. They were such a happy family. She had two lovely children, Alvina who was about six and Jake aged four. I found them interesting and amusing; I loved the sea and the moors