8
Richard sat on the park bench, the letter in his hands. He’d read it at least four times. And now, as Brian came and sat down next to him, he read it once more, this time out loud.
“‘Richard. I need your help. Please come and rescue me.’ Then he gives an address.” He handed it over to Brian.
Brian shrugged. “Little Lowland? Never heard of it. West Midlands, it says. Birmingham isn’t it?”
“I looked it up. Google maps. There were few references to it, no roads, routes or anything. But almost in the same vicinity is a little place called Much Whiston. It’s near Shrewsbury, in Shropshire.”
“Shropshire? What’s he doing there?”
“If I knew that …” Richard pulled out the envelope. “Then there’s this. Dad found out about the stamp. It’s Victorian, Bri. Eighteen-sixty. What is a Victorian st
