THE HOUSE AT SEA’S END

asks herself sternly. ‘Who will see it?’) Instead, she keeps on her T-shirt and knickers. She is appalled to find herself stealing some of Clara’s perfume. She doesn’t know what she is thinking of. She and Nelson said a very brief goodnight in the hall. She won’t see him again until morning. She puts her phone on the bedside table, wishing she could ring home again. But Clara will be asleep. Funny to think of her sleeping in Ruth’s bed and Ruth in hers (though Clara insisted that she would be comfortable on the sofa). When she last spoke to Clara, Tatjana wasn’t home. She has obviously decided to stay the night in Norwich.
    Ruth sighs. She feels twitchier than ever, every nerve strung up to snapping point. How is she ever going to get to sleep? She fetches a glass of water from the bathroom. Perhaps she’s just a bit drunk. But slow sipping doesn’t help. She goes to the bookcase. She’ll read until she drops off. Clara is nothing if not eclectic in her tastes: lawtextbooks, Dickens, Jilly Cooper, Agatha Christie. Ruth thinks of Archie and his crime novels. What made him think of that elaborate code? And why leave it to Maria, whose English, according to Nelson, isn’t that good? Perhaps that was a way to ensure that the film would never be found – a way of honouring his promise to Hugh but protecting the memory of the troop. And who, she wonders suddenly, was the third person who knew the secret? The person Hugh mentioned in the film. Presumably he too is dead by now.
    Ruth takes out a copy of
Riders
; she loves books about horses. But as she does so she dislodges a small, leather-bound book that has been lying on top of Jilly Cooper’s epic. It is a diary.
    She knows she shouldn’t open it. She knows that. She has no right to read Clara’s private diary. It would be the worst possible invasion of privacy. She should just put it back on the shelf.
    Ruth opens the diary.
    I hate his wife
, she reads.
I want to kill him for deceiving me
.
    Ruth stops reading. Clutching the book, she goes to the window. The snow has stopped. Sea’s End House lies under a cloak of silence; everything is muffled, enclosed, secret. The roads will be treacherous. Ruth is miles away from home. Clara is looking after her baby. She hears Clara’s voice, on the night of the naming day party.
I was expelled from two schools.
    Why was she expelled?
    She hears Stella.
She hasn’t had it easy. School was difficult.
    Why was school difficult?
    On an impulse, Ruth goes to the bedside table and starts looking through the drawers. In the third drawer, she finds what she is looking for.
    A pair of dress-making scissors.

CHAPTER 23
     
    ‘Nelson!’
    The hall is dark. A winding staircase leads up to Nelson’s room but the door is shut. Ruth starts up the stairs, but before she has reached the top the door opens.
    ‘Ruth! What is it?’
    Nelson descends the stairs. He is wearing a T-shirt and boxer shorts. Even in the state she is in, Ruth notices.
    ‘Nelson!’ She grabs his arm. ‘I’ve got to talk to you.’
    She turns and screams. A little figure is standing in front of her, wearing a long white robe.
    ‘Ruth, for God’s sake.’ This is Nelson.
    Ruth takes a deep breath and realises that the sinister figure is Irene and the robe is a candlewick dressing gown. She clasps the old lady’s arm.
    ‘Irene! Why was Clara expelled from school?’
    Behind her, Nelson expostulates but Irene does not seem put out by the question. She blinks calmly once or twice.
    ‘Such a silly fuss. I’m sure it was as much the other girl’s fault as Clara’s.’
    ‘But what did she do?’
    ‘They said she … hurt someone.’
    ‘Hurt? How?’
    ‘Stabbed them. With some scissors.’
    Ruth lets out a low moan and drags Nelson into her room. Unperturbed, Irene patters back downstairs.
    ‘What’s all this about?’ protests Nelson.
    ‘Didn’t you hear? Clara stabbed someone when she was at school. She was expelled.’
    ‘That was years ago.’
    ‘And I found these in her bedside cabinet.’
    Nelson takes the scissors and turns them over in his hand.
    ‘Nelson!’ Ruth almost screams. ‘She’s looking after our baby.’
    Nelson looks at Ruth, dawning horror in his eyes. ‘We’ve got to get to her,’ he says.
    ‘We can’t. The coast road is blocked.’
    ‘I’ll get one of my team. I need my phone.’
    He runs back upstairs. Ruth thinks she should get dressed but Nelson is back before she has had time to move.
    ‘I’ll