The Captured House-a short story by Austin Mitchell
The Captured House
by
Austin Mitchell
The house had been there, locked up for years. Harris Pattison was down in St. Elizabeth being cared for by his daughters who had migrated to that part of the country some years earlier. It followed a tradition of old folks either dying off or migrating to some other part of the country and leaving nobody to take care of their property. In most cases their children were either abroad or as in Harris’ case in another part of the island. In some cases the properties fell to ruin and sometimes they were overrun by stray animals and praedial thieves. Harris’s property was lying there for about four years during which time his wife died, before Villie turned up one day to say he was the new caretaker. He had a woman with him, Carline, but they had no children. Villie did tailoring while his woman operated a dress shop in Constant Spring, uptown, Kingston.
Austin Mitchell
The house had been there, locked up for years. Harris Pattison was down in St. Elizabeth being cared for by his daughters who had migrated to that part of the country some years earlier. It followed a tradition of old folks either dying off or migrating to some other part of the country and leaving nobody to take care of their property. In most cases their children were either abroad or as in Harris’ case in another part of the island. In some cases the properties fell to ruin and sometimes they were overrun by stray animals and praedial thieves. Harris’s property was lying there for about four years during which time his wife died, before Villie turned up one day to say he was the new caretaker. He had a woman with him, Carline, but they had no children. Villie did tailoring while his woman operated a dress shop in Constant Spring, uptown, Kingston.
It wasn’t long before Winston
turned up. Nobody knew either Villie, his woman or Winston. We understood that
Villie had migrated to Kingston
as a youngster because we all knew his mother, brothers and sisters. Winston,
was from a nearby community, but he too had migrated to another part of the
island as a youngster. Winston soon started selling drop-hand, a numbers game
for a Chinese man.
I was
sitting on a wall near the house one day when I heard them talking.
“So how’s the game going on, Winston?”
Villie asked.
“People aren’t buying as much as I
expected?” Winston replied.
Winston had found a woman in the nearby
district of Goffe Springs and he would spend nights with her. He had a room in
the four bedroom house, but we didn’t know if he paid rent to Villie.
Brenton Village where we lived was a
large fruitful district with several large farms. There were several churches, a couple of basic
schools, a primary and a high school. Villie sold produce from Harris’ property
to nearby higglers who would take it to market in Linstead, Spanish Town and
Kinston. He seemed to be prospering with the money he made on the property plus
his tailoring business.
Winston also seemed to be prospering
as most nights there were hardly any winners in his game. He was soon able to
buy out the Chinese man and began operating the game on his own.
Goffe Springs was a lively place as most
weekends huge dances were held with sound clashes. Villie and Carline would
dress to impress when they attended these dances. Winston and his woman, Danette,
were also dance fans. A lot of food and liquor flowed at these dances and both
Villie and Winston spent freely.
Six months later Bravo turned up.
He was younger and shorter than both Winston and Villie. We understood that he
was a dry cleaning expert. He was also their cook as Carline came home too late
at nights to do any cooking and Winston’s woman, Danette didn’t live with him.
Bravo was a likeable fellow. He came into the area when the game of cricket was
quite a popular sport and played a bit of it himself. He soon became the
official cook at most cricket matches. Bravo was such a good cook that he soon
started cooking and selling at dances thus making some money for himself.
On the home front things
weren’t sailing that smoothly as Villie was getting exasperated with Carline
staying out very late at nights and there was a lot of quarrelling. Winston and
Carline were also quarrelling after Winston complained of hiding some money on
at least two occasions and not finding it.
I was in their yard when I
heard them quarrelling.
“This is the second time I’ve hidden
some money and can’t find it, Danette.”
“Are you accusing me of stealing
your money, Winston?”
“I’m not accusing you of anything. All
I’m saying is that this is the second time I’ve hidden some money here and
returned to find that it’s gone.”
“Well, I can assure you that it was
neither I nor any of my children who stole your money.”
Sometimes
Dannette would bring her two children along with her when she came to look for
Winston.
The
next week Wednesday, George Palmer had his shop broken into and he and his
wife, two sons and one daughter beaten up. All of them had to be hospitalized. Goffe Springs was in shock. We all knew George
and his wife, Phyllis and their three children. That somebody could have broken
in on them and injured them after robbing George of nearly fifty thousand
dollars came as a shock. Scores of
police personnel came into the area. Naturally suspicions fell on the latest
arrivals. They however all had alibis and the police searched their house, but
nothing was found.
“It’s those guys from Nelson, who
did it. When they come to dances in Goffe Springs they are always hanging
around George’s place.” I heard Ville saying one day. I don’t know if I
believed him since I knew the men from Nelson and they’d been coming to Goffe
Springs for years and never committed any crimes.
In March two masked men went into the
principal of Goffe Springs High School and robbed him and his wife of
twenty five thousand dollars. The people
of Goffe Springs were up in arms and Bravo was taken into custody. Everybody
believed that they were the thieves. Bravo
was released the next day when both Winston and Ville provided an alibi for him. People were now arming
themselves with all sorts of implements. Without their knowledge a nightly
watch was put on the house where Villie and Bravo were. Men were taking turns
in watching it.
Then something happened that threw
the village upside down. Winston lost all his money. Winston had in a drunken
stupor revealed to Danette the number, that he was planning to play and Danette
had informed several of her associates. As the bank had no limit Winston had to
pay out thousands of dollars resulting in him leaving the district almost
penniless. Then Bravo got into a fix after he had fixed up a heavy meal and
went to take some exercises and returned to find his meal eaten. Winston was arrested two weeks later when he
and two men tried to rob a bar in a community five miles away. They were held
and beaten by citizens. He confessed to the robberies in Goffe Springs thus
implicating Villie and Bravo. We were later to learn that behind his friendly
demeanor Bravo was a serial killer. We were also later to learn that Villie had
actually captured Harris’ house and hadn’t paid a cent of the rent he claimed he
was paying, The End.
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