Crescent Dawn

“You seem to know a lot about the Hampshire ,” Summer commented.

“I’m just an obsessive World War One history buff,” Ba

“We’ll be going to Kent for another pass through Kitchener’s personal papers housed at Broome Park,” Julie said.

“Have you seen his last diary?”

“Why, no,” Julie said, surprised at the question. “It has always been presumed to have been lost.”

Ba

He quickly returned his book to the librarian, then waved good-bye as he left the reading room.

“Quite a handsome fellow,” Julie gushed with a grin.

“Yes,” Summer agreed. “He was certainly knowledgeable about Kitchener and the Hampshire .”

“That’s true. I wouldn’t think too many people would be aware that Kitchener’s last diary went missing.”

“Wouldn’t it have gone down with him on the ship?”

“Nobody knows. He traditionally captured his writings in small bound books that covered the period of a single year. His writings from 1916 were never found, so it’s always been presumed that he carried it with him on the Hampshire .”

“What do you make of Mr. Baker’s claim that the IRA may have bombed the Hampshire ?”

“It’s one of many outlandish assertions that arose after the sinking that I’ve found has no historical justification. It’s difficult to believe that the Hampshire would have been carrying a bomb aboard for over six months. The IRA, or Irish Volunteers as they were known at the time, certainly wouldn’t have known that far in advance that Kitchener would set foot on the ship. They didn’t actually become a very militant group until the Easter Rising in April of 1916, well after the Hampshire had left Belfast. More telling is the fact that they never actually claimed responsibility for the sinking.”

“Then I guess we keep digging,” Summer said, opening up a new folder of the Archbishop’s papers.

They worked for another hour before the stacks grew thin. Nearing the bottom of her last folder, Summer suddenly sat upright when she read a short letter from a Bishop in Portsmouth. She read it a second time before passing it over to Julie.

“Take a look at this,” she said.

“‘The parcel has been delivered and the messenger sent away,’” Julie said, reading the letter aloud. “‘The item of interest shall cease to be a concern within 72 hours.’ Signed, Bishop Lowery, Portsmouth Diocese.”

Julie set the letter down and gave Summer a blank look. “I’m afraid I don’t see the relevancy,” she said.

“Look at the date.”

Julie gazed at the top of the letter. “June 2, 1916. Three days before the Hampshire sank,” she said in a surprised voice.

“It would seem,” Summer said quietly, “that the plot has thickened.”

24

After exiting the library, Ridley Ba

A falcon-eyed man with greasy hair was seated at a desk watching a live video feed on his computer. Ba

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Ba

The Archbishop of Canterbury’s chief of security ground his teeth in contempt.

“You did purge the files before they were turned over to them?” he asked, motioning toward his computer screen.

“I’ve been through those files before, Judkins,” Ba

Judkins’s face turned red. “You had orders to review and clean those files.”

“Orders? Orders, you say? Have I unknowingly been conscripted into the Archbishop’s private army?”

There had been an immediate dislike between the two men the instant they had met, and the feelings only festered over time. But Judkins was Ba

“You are an employee of the Archbishop and you will obey his requests accordingly,” the security chief responded, his eyes aglow.

“I am nothing of the sort,” Ba

Judkins withheld responding, staring silently at Ba

“While it certainly wouldn’t be my choice, the Archbishop has elected to retain your services to inform and advise him of historical discoveries, particularly in the Middle East, that may have a bearing on existing Church doctrine. This alleged Manifest, and its prior association with the Church, has been deemed extremely sensitive. We, I mean the Archbishop, needs to know why this Cambridge researcher is inquiring into the records of Archbishop Davidson and at what risk to the Church.”

Ba

“Julie Goodyear is a historian from Cambridge who has written several highly regarded biographies on leading figures of the nineteenth century. She is currently writing a bio on Lord Kitchener. Miss Goodyear and the American woman, Summer Pitt, have apparently discovered that Kitchener’s ship, the Hampshire , was destroyed by an internal explosion. They seem to think there may be some remote co

Judkins physically paled at the news.

“My dear Judkins, is there something wrong?”

“No,” the security chief replied with a violent shake of his head. “What about this Manifest?”

“The Archbishop knows that I made a diligent search for the document several years ago. At a considerable cost, I might add,” he said with a wink. “I am relatively certain that it vanished along with Kitchener on the Hampshire .”

“Yes, that is the Archbishop’s understanding. However, there may be some related historical events that could prove, shall we say, troublesome to the Church and embarrassing to the Archbishop. I want you on those two women now.”

“You want me?” Ba

“The Archbishop wants you,” Judkins replied angrily. “Track them closely and extinguish things if you have to before they become a problem.”

“I’m an archaeologist, not an assassin.”

“You know what to do. Just handle it. You’ve got my number.”

“Yes. And you’ve got my number?” Ba

“Yes,” Judkins grumbled. “Now, get out.”

The security chief could only shake his head as Ba