Shades of Earl Grey

with the tip of Earl Grey’s soft muzzle and the dog planted a gentle kiss on the boy’s cheek.

Surprised, the boy drew a sudden, swift intake of breath. Which immediately triggered a beep on the machine he was connected to.

“Oh my gosh!” exclaimed Angela.

“Should I run to get help?” asked Theodosia quickly. Her heart suddenly in her throat, she was convinced something had just gone terribly wrong.

“No, no. It’s just that . . .” Angela said in a stunned tone of voice. “He took a breath. She knelt down beside the little boy. “Billy, you took a deep breath, didn’t you? The doggy surprised you and you took a deep breath!”

Eyes bright, Billy nodded back at her.

“Can you take another one?” she asked.

Billy nodded and the machine at the bedside blipped happily again.

*  *  *

How could this visit have turned out any better? Theodosia thought to herself as she and Earl Grey strode back through the corridors of Saint Anne’s.

Now they were one floor down and about to stop by to visit Harlan Wilson, the security guard who’d been injured at the Heritage Society. He’d been moved from the ICU to a regular patient room this morning. Theodosia figured that was a good thing. Must mean Mr. Wilson was showing real signs of improvement.

“Pardon me,” said Theodosia as she approached the nurses’ station. “I’m—”

“We know who you are,” said a pretty African-American nurse whose name tag read CECILE RANDOLPH. “Angela just called to say you were coming by with your very gifted dog.”

“He’s just along for the ride now,” laughed Theodosia. “Earl Grey’s finished with his visiting.”

Cecile nodded. “Angie said you wanted to look in on Mr. Wilson?”

“Yes, is he awake?”

“He wasn’t when I checked ten minutes ago, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t now. He’s been in and out all day.”

“But he’s getting better?” asked Theodosia.

“Absolutely,” Cecile assured her. The phone on the desk in front of Cecile started to ring and she reached for it. “Go ahead on down. He’s in room two-oh-seven.”

Theodosia and Earl Grey walked down the hallway looking for room two-oh-seven. It was almost eight-thirty and the hospital was quiet, visiting hours almost over for the evening. Lights had been dimmed and the exit sign glowed red above the door to the emergency stairway at the end of the hallway.

Room two-oh-seven turned out to be the second to the last room. But the door was closed.

Should she go in?

Theodosia paused for a moment, wondering if it was too late for a visit. Glancing down at Earl Grey, trying to decide what to do, she saw that the dog had his head cocked, listening.

Suddenly curious, Theodosia listened herself. It did sound as though someone was moving around in there. Good. Probably Harlan Wilson was awake after all. Perhaps trying to manage a glass of water or reach the call button.

Knocking softly, Theodosia didn’t wait for an answer. Instead she pushed the door open slowly. But as the door swung inward on its hinges, she could see that Harlan Wilson was still asleep in his bed. A shaft of light from somewhere—the bathroom?—played across his face.

Theodosia was ready to turn around and leave when Earl Grey suddenly gave a low growl.

She stopped in her tracks, still half inside the room. But now her eyes had had a few moments to get accustomed to the dark. And she was able to see that she wasn’t alone. Just to her left, someone was pressed up against the wall of Harlan Wilson’s room!

Who could it be? she wondered, her brain trying to process this strange information. Hospital personnel? No, no, no, her brain flashed a warning to her. Not a nurse, someone who meant to do him harm!

Suddenly, whoever it was, dove around the corner into the bathroom and slammed the door.

In a flash, Theodosia was pulling at the bathroom door.

It stuck for a moment, then flew open. Nobody there! Too late! It was a shared bathroom and the menacing visitor must have dashed into the room next door.

Theodosia and Earl Grey pushed through to the adjoining room, found it empty. Without hesitation, they charged out into the hallway . . .

. . . And got there just in time to see the door to the stairwell swing shut!

“Cecile, call Security,” Theodosia yelled.  

“What?” came a startled voice.

“Security!” yelled Theodosia as she dropped Earl Grey’s leash and pushed the door to the stairwell open. “C’mon, fella. Downstairs! Follow him!”

As they charged down the stairs, Theodosia could hear the door at the bottom clang shut. But which door? Theodosia wondered as they hit the first-floor landing. The door that led to the lobby or the emergency exit that opened outside?

Has to be outside.

Theodosia decided as she lowered a shoulder and hit that door hard.

Cool air greeted them as they rushed out.

They found themselves in back of the hospital. Dark and deserted, there appeared to be a thin line of trees and what looked like a small garden where patients could go and sit.

That garden was in deep shadows now, but Theodosia could just make out a figure slipping in among the trees.

“Go get him!” she told Earl Grey. “Stop him!” She’d never taught him those commands before, but the dog responded like a champion, dashing off toward the small woods.

Theodosia ran after her dog. Just maybe, she thought, Earl Grey can catch him and run him down like a rabbit. Because whoever had been lurking in Harlan Wilson’s room had certainly been up to no good.

Dashing into the thin line of trees, Theodosia leapt over a fallen log, almost stumbled, then broke out of the woods into the parking lot of the Dixie Quick Market.

From somewhere nearby came the cough of a car ignition turning over, then a loud squeal of tires.

Theodosia ran out to the street. Earl Grey was standing there, tail low, hackles up, still growling. Together they watched as red taillights receded in the distance.

Chapter 10

Drayton frowned as he carefully measured several spoonfuls of dragon’s well tea into a blue willow teapot. Haley always chided him for wanting to “match” teas to teapots. Well, so what if I do? he thought to himself. Would you really want to serve this fine sweet tea from central China in a Japanese tetsubin? No, of course not. No tea lover in their right mind would. The traditional metal tetsubin should be reserved for Japanese green tea like bancha or gyokuro. Or even better, a nice first-flush sencha.

But Haley’s good-natured chiding wasn’t what was chafing at Drayton this morning. No, he decided, it was Theodosia’s visit last evening to Saint Anne’s. And the fact that she had chased, actually pursued, some strange intruder down the stairwell and into the dark.

He’d always known Theodosia had a wild streak in her. But this last incident seemed positively reckless!

On the other hand, the fact that some lunatic had been lurking in Harlan Wilson’s room seemed to confirm