For the first time ever online, Hannah Spearritt has a small role in the made-for-tv movie based off the novel 'The Carter Street Hangman'. Peter Egan. Richard Lintern. John Castle. David Roper. Robert Reynolds. Judy Campbell. Sheila Ruskin. Sarah Woodward. Katie Ryder Richardson. Jack Tarlton. Janet Maw. Patsy Rowlands. Amanda Elwes. Anna Winslet. Hannah Spearritt. Robert Swann. Jessica Turner.
Oliver Montgomery. In an upper-class salon on Cater Street, several women discuss, in oblique terms, the death of a local girl. Even though Susannah has recently been out of town and is unaware of the murder, it is bad form for proper women to talk about such matters and so they are careful not to say anything too direct about the way the daughter of a friend was garroted and cut open.
Finally, tiring of the game, Charlotte comes out and tells her aunt what she has heard about the murder. Although the victim was of the upper class she quickly gains a reputation as having been a bad seed. A second death occurs, this time a servant. Again the idea that these women did something to deserve this end is easier to accept than the knowledge that it could happen to anyone else.
And her eyes staring and her tongue poking out. Grandmama said tersely, looking at Mrs. Oh, terrible! Please, my dear Mrs. Ellison, let us not speak of it again.
The whole subject is quite unbearable. Poor dear Mrs. What else can she do but bear it? Charlotte said quietly. It has happened. I suppose there never was, Susannah stared at the tea. Some madman, a robber no one could have foreseen. She looked up, frowning. Surely she was not alone in the street after dark? That would mean one could not even visit neighbours for tea!
She was setting out to take some old clothes to the vicar, for the poor. Poor child, she was barely eighteen. Without warning it became real, no longer a scandal to be toyed with, a titillation, but the real death of a woman like themselves: footsteps behind, sudden agony in the throat, terror, the struggle for breath, bursting lungs, and darkness. Charlotte was still feeling depressed when her father returned to the house a little after six.
The sky had darkened outside and now it was spattering the first heavy drops of rain on the roadway as the carriage drew up. Edward Ellison worked with a merchant banking house in the city, which provided him with a very satisfactory income and a social standing of at least acceptable middle class. Charlotte had been brought up to think perhaps rather more. Edward came in now, brushing the raindrops off his coat in the few seconds before Maddock came to relieve him of it, and put his top hat gently in its place.
I trust you have had a profitable day? I fear the weather is distressingly seasonal. We may well be in for a storm. The air has that oppressive feeling. Winchester came to tea. She answered his question about the afternoon by implication. He knew she disliked her. Oh dear, he smiled faintly.
There was some understanding between them, even though it did not show itself as often as she would have liked. I thought Susannah was expected? Oh, she came too, but Mrs. Winchester spent the entire time either questioning her about the Willises, or talking about Chloe Abernathy.
Charlotte realized that she had inadvertently betrayed her mother. Papa would expect her to control such talk in her own drawing room.
It would meet with his considerable displeasure that she had not. At that moment Sarah came out of the sitting room into the hall, the light behind her creating a halo around her fair hair.
She was a pretty woman, more like Grandmama than Caroline, with the same porcelain skin and neat mouth, the same soft chin. Hello, Sarah, my dear, Edward gave her a little pat on the shoulder. Waiting for Dominic? I thought you might have been he, Sarah answered, the faintest flicker of disappointment in her voice. I hope he arrives before the storm. I thought I heard thunder a few minutes ago. She stood back and Edward went into the sitting room, crossing immediately to the fire and standing with his back to it, blocking most of its heat from everyone else.
Emily was sitting at the piano, flipping pages of music over idly. He surveyed his daughters with satisfaction. There was another low rumble of thunder and the door closed sharply. All of them turned to the sitting room door automatically. Charlotte felt her throat tighten. Really, she ought to be over this by now; it was ridiculous!
He was slim and strong, smiling a little, his dark eyes first on Edward, as manners and breeding required in the patriarchal house, and then on Sarah. Hope you had a pleasant day, Edward said, still standing by the fire. As well you made it home before the storm. I think it might become quite violent within a quarter of an hour or less. Always afraid the horses will take fright and cause an accident. Becket lost his leg that way, you know?
Would it always be like this? Endless days of needlework, painting, house chores and skills, teas, Papa and Dominic coming home? What did other people do? They married and raised children, ran houses. Of course the poor worked, and society went to parties, rode in the park or in coaches, and presumably had families as well? She had never met anyone round whom she could imagine centering her life—anyone except Dominic.
Perhaps she should copy Emily and cultivate a few more friends like Lucy Sandelson, or the Hayward sisters. They always seemed to be beginning or ending a romance.
But they all seemed so incredibly silly! Poor Papa. It was hard for him to have had three daughters, and no son. You could take on old Mrs. Be just as inquisitive as she is, Dominic explained patiently.
Answer all her questions with another question. There must be something she would rather not discuss! Winchester, she said straight away. There is no reason in her mind why her reply should be related to your question.
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