Maisie Dobbs

He placed the papers on the wooden board to provide a stable writing surface, and passed them to Billy, tapping the place for signature with his forefinger.

After Billy carefully wrote 'William Dobbs' in the space indicated, Jenkins rang the bell for an assistant to escort Billy to his quarters, and as he did so, Billy winked at Maisie. Yet when Jenkins turned back to the two supposed siblings, he saw only the blank resignation of the man, and the worry etched in the face of his sister. But Maisie's concern was no act. She was worried for Billy. She had to ensure that he was at The Retreat not a moment longer than necessary.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Maisie waited anxiously at Maurice Blanche's cottage. Billy had been at The Retreat for three days, and each evening at seven o'clock, Maisie set off in Lady Rowan's MG, along country lanes filled with the lingering aroma of Queen Anne's Lace and privet, to meet Billy Beale by the perimeter fence, across the road from the ancient beech tree.

Each evening, with summer midges buzzing around her head, she watched as Billy approached. First she would see his head, bobbing up and down in the distance, as he walked across the fallow fields of tall grass. Then as he came closer, his wheaten hair reflected the setting sun, and Maisie wondered why no one noticed Billy Beale taking a walk each evening.

'Evenin', Miss,' said Billy as he curled back the fence wire and clambered through.

'Billy, how are you?' As always, Maisie was both relieved and delighted to see Billy.'You've caught the sun, Billy,' she remarked.

'Reckon I 'ave at that, Miss.' Billy rubbed at his cheeks. 'All this working on the land, that's what's done it.'

'And how is it, the working on the land?'

''Not bad at all, Miss. And it seems to do these lads good. You should see some of them. Seems that they were right down in the dumps when they came 'ere. Then slowly, like, the work and the fact that no one looks twice at them starts to give them the, you know, the sort of confidence they need.'

'Nothing unusual, Billy?'

'Can't say as there is, Miss. O' course, not that I can go around asking questions, but I keep my eyes open, and it seems like it's all on the up and up. The major is a funny bloke, but 'e's doing 'is bit, i'n'e? And now that there's space 'ere, what with some fellas gone, they're taking other blokes, with other injuries, not just to the face and 'ead, like. But you know that, don't you, otherwise I wouldn't be 'ere, not with this fine lookin' physog.'

Billy grinned at Maisie and rubbed his chin.

'Quite, Billy. So is everyone happy there?'

'I should say so, Miss. Not much to dislike, is there? Mind you, there is one bloke, has some terrible scars on his face, just 'ere.'

Billy turned his head to the right, and with the forefinger of his left hand indicated a line going from his ear, to his jaw, then to his chest. He grimaced, then continued.

'I think 'e's 'ad enough of being out 'ere--says that he feels good and well enough to get back to the real world.'

'And what does the major say to that?'

'I don't know that 'e's said anything, Miss. I think they like 'em to give it some thought, you know, them as wants to leave.'

'What makes you say that? What would stop someone from just leaving? It's in the contract that you can leave when you want.'

'Well, what I've 'eard is that some blokes get back their confidence and next thing you know, they want to go back out, face the world. Then when they get back out, they find that it ain't all that rosy, that they get the stares an' all. Apparently that's 'appened a few times, and the blokes topped themselves.'

'Is that what you've heard, Billy?'

''ere and there. You 'ear talk. They think that this fella, who's wanting to get back to what 'e calls the 'real world,' is worrying the major. Seems the major has said 'e's . . . What was it 'e was supposed to 'ave said?'

Billy closed his eyes and scratched the back of his head. As he did so, Maisie saw the red sunburn at his neck, the farm laborer's 'collar.'

'That's it. The major 'as said 'e's suspectible.'

'Do you mean susceptible, Billy?'

Billy smiled again.'Yes, reckon that's it, Miss.'

'Anything else, Billy?'

'Not really, Miss. The major seems a really good bloke, Miss. I don't know what 'appened to those fellas you found out about. P'raps they left and then was the type what couldn't stand up to bein' on the outside. But I will say this. There's blokes 'ere what love the major, you know. Think 'e's a lifesaver. And I s'pose 'e is really, when you think about it. Given some boys a way of life since the war, boys who thought they 'ad none.'

Maisie noted Billy's comments on index cards and nodded her head. Slipping the cards and the pencil into her work-worn black document case with the silver clasp, she looked directly at Billy.

'Same time tomorrow evening, Billy?'

'Yes, Miss. Although, Miss . . . can we make it a bit earlier? 'bout 'alf past six? Some of the boys are 'aving a snooker tournament. Like to give it a go if I can. Join in with a bit of fun, like.'

Maisie was silent for some seconds before replying.'Right you are, Billy. But keep your eyes open, won't you?'

'Don't worry, Miss. If there's anything funny goin' on 'ere I'll find out all about it.'