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My Aunt. Chapter 18

Date: 4/26/2017, Categories: First Time, Author: Annamagique, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

don't know about nothin' else." "Do you want to hang for murder?" the doctor asked. "I din't do it, I told yer!" Manston wailed. "Then I suggest you co-operate with us. We are going to the East Wing. If you so much as even think about running, you will be alone. There will be no second chance. Do I make myself clear?" Manston nodded eagerly. "Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir." He turned to me. "And thank you too, Miss 'arcourt. Maggie said you was all right." I smiled at him. I was certain, now, that he was not a murderer. How we would find out who did kill Maggie was beyond me. I hoped that Sergeant Morgan would have a clue. We walked quickly along the hall back to the main entrance. Thankfully, Captain Philpott was nowhere to be seen. The guard watched us as we passed but had the sense to say nothing. "Doctor Harris," I said, as we passed through the doorway. "Do you mind if I go to see Thomas for a moment?" "Of course, Victoria. Philomena will be there. Please take her direction. It is important that Thomas is disturbed as little as possible." "I am sorry about 'urting 'im, Miss 'arcourt, 'onest I am. I really din't mean to," Charlie Manston suddenly spoke up. "I was scared, Miss." "All right, Charlie," I said, believing him to be sincere. "I am sure you did not. Now you must prove yourself by helping us to find Maggie's killer." "Yes, Miss," he replied. "I will." I smiled and turned away and ran up the grand staircase to find Thomas' room. The door was sightly ajar when I arrived ... so I pushed it gently and quietly passed inside. Philomena looked up. "How is he?" I asked her. "Not good I'm afraid," she answered sadly. "He didn't bump his head hard but the shock of falling triggered a very severe fit, as you saw." I looked at his serene face. So young yet old at the same time. Philomena had not bandaged his eyes again but had re-bandaged his head. "He saw me, Phil," I whispered, the tears welling in my eyes. "He saw me." "He did? Well, that is a good sign. It means his eyes are not physically damaged. Maybe some good can come out of this after all." She stood and lifted his eyelids. His eyes were still turned upwards but now I could see that there was a glimmer of life in them. "Will you stay with him?" I asked her, "Until he comes round?" "For as long as I can," she smiled as she returned to her seat. "He will not be alone anyway. He is in good hands, Victoria." She held up her hand and I took it. She squeezed gently. As she did so, I took Thomas' hand and di the same, trying in some way to tell to cling to life. There was no movement, nothing to tell me he knew I was there. Releasing his hand I wiped my eyes. "I must go back, Phil. Is it all right to come back later?" Again, she smiled. That sweet, friendly smile I had seen when I first met her. "Yes," she replied and squeezed my hand again. "I think it will help him. If there is any change I will let you know." I leaned forwards and kissed her cheek. "Thank you," I said and turned slowly away. I left ...