that allowed only one person at a time to leave the prison. A trickle of visitors began to emerge onto the street.
For many of those who had been visiting relatives or friends this was just another Saturday afternoon. But some crept away with their heads bowed, while others clearly wanted to escape as quickly as possible. Mothers, fathers, wives, girlfriends, some carrying babies, all of them with a story to tell. And then she appeared, looking drained, tears streaming down her face. When Beth first saw him she froze, clearly horrified that she’d been found out.
William walked quickly toward her and took her in his arms.
“I love you,” he said, “and I always will.”
He felt her body slump, and he almost had to hold her up.
Several visitors walked past them as she continued to cling on to him, like a prisoner who had just been released.
“I’m so sorry,” she said, not letting go of him. “I should have told you when we first met, but it became more difficult as each day passed. I didn’t plan to fall in love with you. Can you ever forgive me?”
“There’s nothing to forgive,” said William, taking her hand. He opened the cab door for Beth before joining her in the back.
“Where to, guv?”
“Thirty-two Fulham Gardens,” he said as Beth rested her head on his shoulder.
“When did you find out?”
“This morning.”
“I’d understand if you wanted to move out.”
“I’ll say this once, Beth, and only once. You’re stuck with me, so get used to it.”
“But—”
“There are no buts.”
“There is one but,” she said quietly. “You have to understand that I’m in no doubt my father is innocent.”
That’s what they all say, William could hear SO Rose repeating. “It doesn’t matter to me,” he said, trying to reassure her. “I don’t care either way.”
“But it does matter to me,” said Beth, “because I’m determined to clear his name if it’s the last thing I do.”
They sat in silence for some time before William said, “Can I ask one thing of you?”
“Anything. I’ve always assumed you’d leave me the moment you found out about my father. So anything.”
“As you know, my father is one of the leading barristers at the Criminal Bar.”
“And I foolishly fell in love with his son.”
“If I were to ask him to review the case and give an unbiased opinion, would you be willing to accept his judgment?”
Beth didn’t respond immediately, but after some thought she said, “That’s the least I can do.”
“And would you also be willing to move on if it’s not what you wanted to hear?”
“That might be a little more difficult.”
“Well, at least it’s a start,” said William. “If you’ll come to lunch with my family tomorrow, you can tell my old man why you’re so convinced your father is innocent.”
“I’m not quite ready for that,” said Beth, taking his hand. “The day after I’ve visited my father is almost worse. Sometimes I just cry all day, and can’t wait for Monday when I can get back to work. One step at a time, please. When we get home, I’ll tell you the whole story, but it might be some time before I can face your father’s judgment.”
“But you’ll have to meet him eventually, whatever he decides, because my parents will want to meet the woman I’m going to marry.”
Most proposals are followed by joy and celebration; Beth wept.
When the cab drew up outside their home, William got out and thanked the cabbie.
“My pleasure, guv, and I have to admit, that’s the first time someone’s proposed in the back of my cab.”
He made William laugh for a second time.
William opened the front door and stood aside to let Beth in. The first thing she did was go straight to the study and take down all the postcards from the mantelpiece, tear them into bits, and drop them in the wastepaper basket. She then opened the bottom drawer of the desk, took out a photograph of her parents, and placed it on the mantelpiece.
“No more secrets,” she said, as they went through to the kitchen. “In future, only the truth.”
William nodded, leaned across the table, and took her hand as she began to tell him how and why her father had been convicted of murder and sentenced to life imprisonment.
He occasionally interrupted to ask her a question, and by the time they went to bed, he also wanted to believe that Arthur Rainsford just might be innocent. But he knew his father would be far more demanding and skeptical when