The pool of St Branok

I shall never forget that afternoon. During it I experienced some of the most harrowing hours I have ever known.

Grace and I had gone for a ride. Grace wanted to go up to the moors. It was beautiful up there at this time of the year. The gorse was plentiful and the air so pure.

Annie was looking after Rebecca and had said she would take her for a little walk.

When Grace and I returned to the house it was to find it in a tumult. When I heard what had happened, I was cold with fear. Rebecca was lost.

"Lost!" I screamed. "What do you mean?"

Annie was in tears. They had been walking along laughing and talking when Annie suddenly tripped over a stone. She had gone down flat on her head. She showed us her arms which were grazed and had bled a little.

"It knocked me out for a bit," she said, "and when I come to ... she'd gone."

"Where?" I cried.

My mother put her arm round me. "They're out looking for her. She can't have gone far."

"How long ago did this happen?"

"An hour or so ..."

"Where? Where?"

"Along the road ... not far from Cherry Cottage."

"They are looking there," said my mother. "They are looking everywhere."

Grace said: "We will go and look. Come on, Angelet. She can't have wandered far."

"All alone! She's only a baby."

"She's very bright. She'll probably find her way home."

"That's what we thought," said my mother. "That's why I'm waiting here."

"Come along," said Grace.

"Yes, you go," added my mother. "She'll be here soon ... Don't worry."

We rode off towards Cherry Cottage. On the way I saw my father. He gave me a look of despair. I felt sick with fear.

"We're going on," I said.

"We have been up there. No sign ..."

"Never mind," said Grace. "We'll look again."

So we went on and with every moment my fear increased. Hundreds of images crowded into my mind. Where could she have gone? She had never been told not to wander off, simply because she had never been out on her own.

Suppose someone had taken her. Gypsies? There were none in the neighborhood. And then the fear struck me. The pool!

I said to Grace: "Turn here."

"Where are you going?"

I murmured, "The pool ..."

"The pool!" she echoed and I heard the fear in her voice.

She did not speak. My horse broke into a canter. We had turned off the road and there was the pool ... glittering, evil. I walked my horse down to the edge and there, as though mocking me, was a little blue silk bag. It was on a gilt frame and had a chain handle. I recognized it. It had been one of the presents on the Christmas tree. Rebecca had received it and she took it everywhere with her.

I cannot describe my terror as I held that little purse in my hands.

I looked at the pool. It was retribution, I thought hysterically. We had hidden the body of the man here ... and now it had taken my child.

I think I would have waded in, but Grace restrained me.

"What's this?" she said.

"It's Rebecca's purse."

"Are you sure?"

I nodded. "I know it well. It can only mean ..."

I looked at those dark sinister waters.

Grace said: "Let's get back to the house quickly. We'll tell them what we've found."

"Becca," I called senselessly. "Come to me, Becca."

My voice echoed mockingly it seemed through the willows which hung over the pool ... the weeping willows, I thought, weeping for Rebecca.

But Grace was right. There was nothing we could do. We must get help. They could drag the pool, but whatever they did it would be too late.

I was dazed. I heard Grace explaining. There was consternation. My father went off, several of the men with him. I heard them talking. They were going to drag the pool.

Night came. They were out there. I was there, my mother and Grace beside me. I shall never forget the sight of their faces in the torch light— devoid of hope.

I was conscious of a great heaviness of heart. Somewhere in my mind I thought, Will they find her? How can we be sure? But they will find him.

They did not find Rebecca; but there was a result of that operation. On a ledge just below the water they found a man's gold watch and chain. There were threads of cloth clinging to it. They also found the remains of a man. He had been too long in the water for him to be identified; but officials came and what was left of him was taken away, with the watch which seemed to have aroused some interest.

I was only half aware of this. I was thinking of my child. There was a hope. At least she was not drowned.

My mother's arms were about me. Grace was at my side looking at me pityingly.

"She'll come back," said my mother.

"She could have wandered off and fallen asleep somewhere."

The thought of her alone and frightened, perhaps unable to find her way home, was terrible, but less so than that she should be lying at the bottom of that treacherous pool.

I could not stay in the house. I had to go out searching; and inevitably it seemed my footsteps led me to the pool. Grace insisted on coming with me.

"She must have come here," I said. "We found her purse. Becca!" I called and my voice echoed back to me on the silent air.