ahead, arrest me,â Tom answered.
âYou slept in this house last night?â Sergeant Martin questioned.
âI did,â Tom acknowledged.
âIn which case we will also have to arrest you, Father Kelly, for harbouring a criminal, and your housekeeper for feeding him.â
âYou canât do that,â Tom protested.
âWe can and we will,â Sergeant Martin threatened.
âThe colliers have been creating trouble in the valley for months. Thereâs a backlog of cases waiting to go before the courts,â Constable Shipton warned. âYou, your uncle and his housekeeper could be kept in prison on remand for months.â
âMy uncle and his housekeeper arenât responsible for my actions,â Tom protested.
âThey aided and abetted you.â
âTheyâre needed to run the soup kitchen,â Tom insisted.
âWeâre needed to bring in donations and distribute what little food there is,â Father Kelly pleaded. âWithout us, people will go hungry.â
âThe hungrier the better from our point of view,â Constable Shipton narrowed his eyes. âIf the people around here were really starving, the men would return to work and the constables and soldiers from outside Wales could go home to their own families.â
âThatâs enough Shipton.â Sergeant Martin looked at Tom. âItâs your choice, boy, either you come with us, or we arrest your uncle and his housekeeper as well as you.â
âIâll come with you.â
Tom saw Constable Shipton reach for the handcuffs clipped to his belt and held out his hands.
âIf you give us your word that youâll come quietly we wonât handcuff you,â Sergeant Martin offered.
âIâll come quietly.â
âPut your handcuffs away, Shipton.â
âWhere are you taking Tom?â Father Kelly asked.
âEventually to the colliery. Mr Craggs has had beds made up for the workers in the lamp room.â
âIâm sorry, uncle.â Tom apologised. âIf Iâd known what it was like here, I would have never shamed you.â
âWhy didnât you tell me that youâd signed a contract with management last night?â
âBecause I thought I was just taking a job that paid my passage here. Itâs a long way to America. I couldnât even afford the fare out of Ireland. I thought that if I worked here for a few months I could save the money Iâd need for a shipâs ticket.â
âYou must have heard of the strike here, even in Ireland.â
âIâd heard of it, but I didnât realize how much the miners were suffering because of it. I only found out when Miss Watkins showed me around today. The last thing Iâd do is knowingly hurt you. You have to believe me.â
âI believe you, boy,â Father Kelly murmured.
âTell the strike leaders, the truth. That I didnât tell you about the contract I signed with colliery management. If it helps, disown me. And, please tell Miss Watkins, I would never steal another manâs job. Not willingly.â
âIâll tell her boy. And Iâll tell the strike leaders that you didnât know what you were doing when you signed the agentâs paper. Not that it will do any good. Tempers are running too high for anyone to want to listen to the truth.â
Father Kelly watched Constable Shipton grip Tomâs arm and march him out of the door.
CHAPTER FIVE
Amy tried to concentrate on peeling apples. But she kept glancing at the door, watching and waiting for Father Kelly or Tom to return. She started every time it opened, and struggled to conceal her disappointment when she saw that it wasnât either of them. She heard Father Kelly talking to someone before he finally entered the hall. Seconds later she heard the thunder of footsteps and when she looked out of the window she saw a small boy running down the
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