She had only about one shilling and fivepence. There had been no time to look for any more. Unfortunately, there had also not been time to write more than a hasty note for Charlotte explaining where she had gone. Even that had been done in the larder on a brown paper bag, and written with a kitchen pencil. Her spelling was a little uncertain, but since it was Charlotte who had taught her to read and write, she would understand what Gracie meant.
Tellman strode down Keppel Street purposefully towards Tottenham Court Road. He was going for the omnibus. That would make things rather difficult. If she caught the same one, he would be bound to see her. If she waited for the next one, she would be too late by up to a quarter of an hour.
But she knew where Remus’s rooms were. She had a good chance of arriving there at about the same time if she took the underground train. It was worth the risk.
She turned sharply away in the opposite direction, and then started to run. If she was lucky, it would work. And she would have enough money, easily.
She paced the platform, and when the train came, sat fidgeting from stop to stop. As soon as it arrived she charged through the door, across the platform and up the stairs.
The street was busy, and it took her a moment or two to realize exactly where she was. She had to ask directions of a muffin girl, then set out at a half run again.
She got there and swung around the last corner and cannoned straight into Tellman, almost overbalancing him.
He swore with feeling and more color than she had known him capable of.
“That’s terrible!” she said in amazement.
He blushed scarlet. He was so embarrassed it robbed him temporarily of the ability to stand on his dignity and order her to go home again.
She straightened her hat and stared back at him. “So, ’e in’t ’ere yet, then?”
“No …” He cleared his throat. “Not yet.”
“Then we’d best wait,” she pronounced, looking away from him and assuming a position of great patience.
He drew in his breath and started to argue, but after the first word he realized the futility of it and stopped again. She was here. He had no power or ability to send her away. He might as well make an ally of her.
They stood side by side on the corner of the street opposite the entrance of Remus’s lodging house. After five minutes of silence and the curious stares of one or two passersby, Gracie decided to give her opinion.
“If yer don’t want ter be noticed, we’d do better ter talk ter each other. Like this we look like we’re ’ere fer no good. Sayin’ nothin’ we don’t even look like we’ve quarreled. Nob’dy keeps up a sulk forever.”
“I’m not sulking,” he said quickly.
“Then talk ter me,” she responded.
“I can’t just … talk.”
“Yes, yer can.”
“What about?” he protested.
“Anythink. If yer could go anywhere in the world fer a visit, where’d yer go? If yer could talk ter anybody out of ’istory, oo’d it be? Wot’d yer say ter ’em?”
He stared at her, his eyes wide.
“Well?” she prompted. “An’ don’ look at me. Watch for Remus. That’s wot we’re ’ere fer. Oo’d yer meet, then?”
There were faint spots of color in his cheeks again. “Who’d you meet?”
“Florence Nightingale,” she said immediately.
“I knew you’d say that,” he replied. “But she isn’t dead yet.”
“Don’t matter. She’s still ’istory. Oo’d you meet?”
“Admiral Nelson.”
“W’y?”
“Because he was a great leader as well as a great fighter. He made his men love him,” he replied.
She smiled. She was glad he had said that. It sometimes showed a lot to know who people’s heroes were, and why.
He grasped her arm suddenly. “There’s Remus!” he said fiercely. “Come on!” He yanked her forward and plunged across the road, dodging in between traffic and reaching the footpath at the far side just as Remus went in through the door.
“Remus!” Tellman called out, stopping just short of actually bumping into him.
Remus turned, startled. As soon as he recognized Tellman his face darkened. “No time to talk to you,” he said briskly. “Sorry.” He took another step forward, his back to Tellman, and started to close the door.
Tellman put his foot in the doorway, still dragging Gracie with him by the hand, not that she was unwilling.
Remus stopped, his expression changing to one of anger.
“Didn’t you hear me? I’ve nothing else to say, and no time. Now, get out of my way!”
Tellman tensed his body as if to resist a blow, and remained exactly where he was. “If you’re still going after
