You're referring I assume to the statement where Barbara is overcome with an all-consuming angst that something terrible is about to happen to Nevill..
Hi Steve_uk
This is what I am referring to which you seem to think implicates JB in some way and yet I see no connection with JB whatsoever:
Excerpt from David Shaw's book draft. Also contained in Roger Wilkes' book"The other incident involved Barbara Wilson (the farm secretary), the last outsider to speak to any of the five victims. Barbara had noticed that Nevill had become increasingly depressed over the summer of 1985. At 9.30 p.m., August 6, only hours before the murders, Barbara phoned Nevill about her daughter’s bicycle, which the twins wanted to borrow. ‘Would you like me to pop it down now, Mr Bamber?’ she asked.
‘No, no, just leave it,’ snapped Nevill. ‘I’ll pick it up tomorrow.’
Barbara thought she had rung at the wrong time. ‘I knew there was something wrong.’
She later connected her final words to Nevill with a rather strange incident a few weeks before. For some period of time Nevill hadn’t looked well. His once sprightly step had been replaced by a shambling, sagging gait, shrouded by an air of resigned defeat. ‘You bring children into the world,’ he’d lamented to the secretary, ‘and they seem so ungrateful.’ In the farm office on that particular summer morning, Nevill was especially uncomfortable.
Barbara wondered if the upright farmer was ill? Under the natural light streaming in through the office window, Nevill looked like a torn man. She prodded, and Nevill fixed the woman with a firm stare. ‘If anything were to happen to me, will you promise to look after the farm and make sure that everything carries on as normal?’
‘Yes,’ Barbara said quietly, feeling shocked. ‘Of course.’ She then asked Nevill if he was seriously ill.
Nevill shook his head. ‘No, but I don’t think I’ve got long.’
It seemed a bizarre answer to Barbara. She had no idea that Nevill had been recently threatened with death, nor the identity of the person who had made that threat.
‘There’s so much to tell…’ said Nevill enigmatically. ‘I can’t bother you with all that. It’s not your burden. But if anything were to happen to me, you will promise me you’ll do that?’
‘Yes, of course I will.’
‘Of course,’ Nevill added, ‘the shooting season’s coming up… Living on a farm is a dangerous place and one never knows what’s going to happen…’ His voice tailed off and he looked away. ‘… I could go out one day shooting and you never know, do you? These things do happen. You can never tell…’ "
