Bobbie knew the secret now.A sheet of old newspaper wrapped round a parcel--just a little chance like that--had given the secret to her.And she had to go down to tea and pretend that there was nothing the matter.The pretence was bravely made, but it wasn't very successful.
For when she came in, everyone looked up from tea and saw her pink-lidded eyes and her pale face with red tear-blotches on it.
"My darling," cried Mother, jumping up from the tea-tray, "whatever IS the matter?""My head aches, rather," said Bobbie.And indeed it did.
"Has anything gone wrong?" Mother asked.
"I'm all right, really," said Bobbie, and she telegraphed to her Mother from her swollen eyes this brief, imploring message--"NOTbefore the others!"
Tea was not a cheerful meal.Peter was so distressed by the obvious fact that something horrid had happened to Bobbie that he limited his speech to repeating, "More bread and butter, please," at startlingly short intervals.Phyllis stroked her sister's hand under the table to express sympathy, and knocked her cup over as she did it.Fetching a cloth and wiping up the spilt milk helped Bobbie a little.But she thought that tea would never end.Yet at last it did end, as all things do at last, and when Mother took out the tray, Bobbie followed her.
"She's gone to own up," said Phyllis to Peter; "I wonder what she's done.""Broken something, I suppose," said Peter, "but she needn't be so silly over it.Mother never rows for accidents.Listen! Yes, they're going upstairs.She's taking Mother up to show her--the water-jug with storks on it, I expect it is."Bobbie, in the kitchen, had caught hold of Mother's hand as she set down the tea-things.
"What is it?" Mother asked.
But Bobbie only said, "Come upstairs, come up where nobody can hear us."When she had got Mother alone in her room she locked the door and then stood quite still, and quite without words.
All through tea she had been thinking of what to say; she had decided that "I know all," or "All is known to me," or "The terrible secret is a secret no longer," would be the proper thing.But now that she and her Mother and that awful sheet of newspaper were alone in the room together, she found that she could say nothing.
Suddenly she went to Mother and put her arms round her and began to cry again.And still she could find no words, only, "Oh, Mammy, oh, Mammy, oh, Mammy," over and over again.
Mother held her very close and waited.
Suddenly Bobbie broke away from her and went to her bed.From under her mattress she pulled out the paper she had hidden there, and held it out, pointing to her Father's name with a finger that shook.
"Oh, Bobbie," Mother cried, when one little quick look had shown her what it was, "you don't BELIEVE it? You don't believe Daddy did it?""NO," Bobbie almost shouted.She had stopped crying.
"That's all right," said Mother."It's not true.And they've shut him up in prison, but he's done nothing wrong.He's good and noble and honourable, and he belongs to us.We have to think of that, and be proud of him, and wait."Again Bobbie clung to her Mother, and again only one word came to her, but now that word was "Daddy," and "Oh, Daddy, oh, Daddy, oh, Daddy!" again and again.
"Why didn't you tell me, Mammy?" she asked presently.
"Are you going to tell the others?" Mother asked.
"No."
"Why?"
"Because--"
"Exactly," said Mother; "so you understand why I didn't tell you.
We two must help each other to be brave.""Yes," said Bobbie; "Mother, will it make you more unhappy if you tell me all about it? I want to understand."So then, sitting cuddled up close to her Mother, Bobbie heard "all about it." She heard how those men, who had asked to see Father on that remembered last night when the Engine was being mended, had come to arrest him, charging him with selling State secrets to the Russians--with being, in fact, a spy and a traitor.She heard about the trial, and about the evidence--letters, found in Father's desk at the office, letters that convinced the jury that Father was guilty.
"Oh, how could they look at him and believe it!" cried Bobbie; "and how could ANY one do such a thing!""SOMEONE did it," said Mother, "and all the evidence was against Father.Those letters--""Yes.How did the letters get into his desk?""Someone put them there.And the person who put them there was the person who was really guilty.""HE must be feeling pretty awful all this time," said Bobbie, thoughtfully.
"I don't believe he had any feelings," Mother said hotly; "he couldn't have done a thing like that if he had.""Perhaps he just shoved the letters into the desk to hide them when he thought he was going to be found out.Why don't you tell the lawyers, or someone, that it must have been that person? There wasn't anyone that would have hurt Father on purpose, was there?""I don't know--I don't know.The man under him who got Daddy's place when he--when the awful thing happened--he was always jealous of your Father because Daddy was so clever and everyone thought such a lot of him.And Daddy never quite trusted that man.""Couldn't we explain all that to someone?""Nobody will listen," said Mother, very bitterly, "nobody at all.
Do you suppose I've not tried everything? No, my dearest, there's nothing to be done.All we can do, you and I and Daddy, is to be brave, and patient, and--" she spoke very softly--"to pray, Bobbie, dear.""Mother, you've got very thin," said Bobbie, abruptly.
"A little, perhaps."
