failed to see it. And she was terrified that he was guilty.
Was that merely because of Jeavis's suspicions over the half-heard quarrel? Or had she learned something further herself?
She looked at Callandra's pale, tired face and knew that she would tell her nothing, not that Hester would have asked. In her place, Hester would have told no one. She would have gone on believing there must be some reason, some explanation that cast a different light. She remembered the murder of Joscelin Grey, and all the doubt and pain that had cost, and knew that to be true.
'I had better find him and tell him my progress, though,' she said aloud, jerking Callandra's attention back. 'Little as it is.'
'Yes-yes of course,' Callandra agreed. 'Then I shall not detain you longer. But do get some sleep, my dear. Everyone has to rest some time, or they cannot have the strength to be useful.'
Hester smiled briefly, as if in agreement, and excused herself.
Before she found Monk again she wanted to have another look at the corridor near the laundry chute at seven in the morning, roughly the time at which Prudence had been killed. She took steps to see that she was awake at half past six, and by seven she was alone beside the chute. It was broad daylight, and it had been for nearly three hours, but the stretch of the passage was dim because there were no windows, and at this time of the year the gas was not lit.
She stood against the wall and waited. In thirty-five minutes one dresser passed her carrying a bundle of bandages, looking neither to right nor left. He appeared tired, and Hester thought that quite possibly he did not even see her. If he had, she doubted very much he could have said afterwards who she was.
One nurse passed, going in the opposite direction. She swore at Hester in a general impersonal anger without looking at her. She was probably tired, hungry, and saw nothing ahead of her but endless days and nights the same. Hester had no heart to swear back.
After another quarter hour, having seen no one, she was about to leave. She had learned all she wished to. Maybe Monk already knew it, but if he did, it was by other evidence. She knew it for herself. Anyone would have had time to kill Prudence and put her in the laundry chute without fear of being observed, or even if they were, of being recognized by a witness who would testify against them.
She turned and walked toward the stairs down-and almost bumped into the huge form of Dora Parsons, standing with her arms folded.
'Oh!' Hester stopped abruptly, a sudden chill of fear running through her.
Dora grasped hold of her like an immovable clamp. Struggle would have been pointless.
'And what were you doing standing there in the shadows by the laundry chute, miss?' Dora said very quietly, her voice no more than a husky whisper.
Hester's mind went numb. It was instinctive to deny the truth, but Dora's bright odd eyes were watching her intently, and there was nothing gullible in her-in fact, she looked hideously knowing.
'I-' Hester began, chill turning to hot panic. There was no one else within hearing. The deep stairwell was only two feet away. A quick lift by those huge shoulders and she would be over it, to fall twenty or thirty feet down onto the stone floor of the laundry room. Was that how it had been for Prudence? A few moments of throat-closing terror and then death? Was the whole answer as simple as this-a huge, ugly, stolid nurse with a personal hatred of women who were a threat to her livelihood with their new ideas and standards?
'Yeah?' Dora demanded. 'What? Cat got your tongue? Not so smart now, are we?' She shook Hester roughly, like a rat. 'What were you doing there? What were you waiting for, eh?'
There was no believable lie. She might as well die, if she were going to, telling the truth. It did occur to her to scream, but that might well panic Dora into killing her instantly.
'I was…' Her mouth was so dry she had to gulp and swallow before she could form the words. 'I was…' she began again, 'trying to see how deserted the-the corridor was at this time of day. Who usually passed.' She swallowed again. Dora's huge hands were gripping her arms so tightly she was going to have purple bruises there tomorrow-if there was a tomorrow.
Dora moved her face a fraction closer till Hester could see the open pores of her skin and the separate short black eyelashes.
'O' course you were,' Dora hissed softly. 'Just 'cos I ain't bin to school don't mean I'm stupid! 'Oo did yer see? An' why do you care? You weren't even 'ere when that bitch were done. What's it to you? That's wot I wanna know.' She looked her up and down. 'You just a nosy cow, 'r yer got some reason?'
Hester had a strong belief that merely being nosy would not excuse her in Dora's eyes. And a reason would be more believable.
'A-a reason,' she gasped.
'Yeah? So what is it then?'
They were only a foot from the banister now, and the drop down the stairwell. A quick turn of those great shoulders and Hester would be over.
What would she believe? And what would she not hate her for? At this point truth was irrelevant.
'I-I want to make sure they don't blame Dr. Beck just because he's foreign,' she gasped.
'Why?' Dora's eyes narrowed. 'Wot's it ter you if they do?' she demanded. 'You only just got here. Why do you care if they 'ang 'im?'
'I knew him before.' Hester was warming to the lie now. It sounded good.
'Did yer, now? And where was that then? 'E didn't work in your 'ospital in the war! 'E were 'ere.'
'I know that,' Hester answered. 'The war only lasted two years.'
'Got a thing for 'im, 'ave yer?' Dora's grip relaxed a little. 'Won't do yer no good. 'E's married. Cold bitch with a face like a dead 'addock and a body to match. Still, that's your trouble, not mine. I daresay as yer wouldn't be the first fine lady to take 'er pleasures wrong side of the blanket.' She squinted at Hester narrowly, a new expression in her face, not entirely unkind. 'Mind, you be careful as yer don't get yerself inter no trouble.' Her grasp loosened even more. 'Wot you learn, then?'
Hester took a deep breath.
'That hardly anyone comes along there, and those who do aren't looking right or left, and probably wouldn't recognize anyone in the shadows even if they noticed them. There's plenty of time to kill someone and stuff them into me chute.'
Dora grinned suddenly and startlingly, showing several blackened teeth.
'That's right. So you watch yourself, miss! Or you could end up the same.' And without warning she let go, pushing Hester away with a little shove, and turned on her heel to march away.
Hester's knees were so weak they nearly buckled underneath her and she sank to the floor, feeling it hard and cold below her, her back to the wall. She must look ridiculous. Then, on second thought, everyone passing would only think she was drunk-not collapsed with relief. She sat there for several more moments before climbing up, holding the railing and swallowing hard before setting out again along the passage.
Monk exploded with anger when he heard about it in his lodgings. His face was white and his eyes narrow and lips drawn back.
'You stupid creature,' he said in a hard low voice. 'You fatuous, dangerous, sheep-brained idiot! Callandra said you were tired, but she didn't say you'd taken leave of what little sense you have.' He glared at her. 'There's no point in asking you what you thought you were doing! Quite obviously you didn't think! Now I've got to go and look after you as if you were a child-a little child, not even a sensible one.'
She had been profoundly frightened, but now she was sufficiently safe, she could give rein to anger also.
'Nothing happened to me,' she said icily. 'You asked me to go there-'
'Callandra asked you,' he interrupted with a curl of his lip.
'If you like,' she said equally quickly, and with a tight hard smile to match his. 'Callandra asked me in order to assist you in getting the information that you could not have found yourself.'
