A sudden, fearful death - Anne Perry [105]
“At the Royal Free Hospital on the Gray’s Inn Road,” she replied.
“A hospital?” Major Tiplady was amazed. “Not privately? Why? I thought you found it too …” He hesitated, unsure how to say what he meant diplomatically.
“Restricting to your temper,” Edith finished for him.
“It is,” Hester agreed, still smiling. “I am only there temporarily. It was very civil of you not to remind me that I am also fortunate to find a hospital which will take me after my last experience. Lady Callandra Daviot is on the Board of Governors. She obtained the position for me because their best nurse, another from the Crimea, was murdered.”
“Oh how terrible!” Edith’s face fell. “How did it happen?”
“We don’t know,” Hester replied with a return to gravity. “Lady Callandra has called Monk into the case, as well as the police, of course. And that is why I am there.”
“Ah!” The major’s eyes lit with enthusiasm. “So you are engaged upon detection again.” Then he also became very grave. “Do be careful, my dear. Such an undertaking may become dangerous if your intent is realized.”
“You have no need for concern,” Hester assured him. “I am simply a nurse working like any other.” She smiled broadly. “Such dislike as I have collected is because I served in the Crimea and am bossy and opinionated.”
“And what was the dead nurse like?” Edith inquired.
“Bossy and opinionated.” Hester gave a wry smile. “But truly, if that were a motive for murder there would be few of us left.”
“Have you any idea why she was killed?” the major asked, leaning over the back of the chair in which Edith was sitting.
“No—no we haven’t. There are several possibilities. Monk is looking into some of them. I should like to find out more about a German doctor who is working there. I admit I like him and am more eager to prove his innocence than his guilt. I wonder if …” Then she stopped. What she had been going to say sounded impertinent now.
“We could help you,” the major finished for her. “We should be delighted. Tell us his name, and what you know about him, and we shall search for the rest. You may depend upon us. Mayn’t she, Edith?”
“Most certainly,” Edith said keenly. “I have become really quite good at discovering things—in a literary sort of way, of course.” She smiled ruefully, her individual face with its curved nose and humorous mouth showing her perception of the difference between research and detection as she thought Hester practiced it. “But I imagine much will be known of him by hospitals where he has worked before. I shall pursue it straightaway. There are medical authorities who have lists of all sorts.” She rearranged herself a little more comfortably. “But tell us what else you have been doing. How are you? You do look rather tired.”
“I shall order tea,” the major said with decision. “You must be thirsty. It’s terribly hot today, and no doubt you walked at least some of the way. Would you like some cucumber sandwiches? And perhaps tomato? I remember you were always fond of tomato.”
“I should love some.” Hester accepted with pleasure, for the refreshment itself, but even more for the friendship and the simple warmth of the occasion. She looked up at the major and smiled. “How thoughtful of you to remember.”
He blushed very faintly and went off about his errand, beaming with satisfaction.
“Tell me,” Edith said again, “everything that is fun and interesting and that you care about since we last met.”
Hester wriggled a little farther down in her chair and began.
At about the same time that Hester was enjoying her tea and cucumber sandwiches with Edith and the major, Callandra was picking up a very elegant wafer-thin finger of bread and butter at the garden party of Lady Stanhope. She was not fond of garden parties, still less of the sort of people who usually attended them, but she had come because she wanted to meet the daughter that Hester had