'That's good, Billy.'
Maisie turned to face Billy and with the intensity of her gaze compelled him to look back at her.
'That's good. That you admire the man. It'll make your time here easier, and what I ask you to do easier.'
''ow do you mean?'
'Just go about your business, Billy. Just go about doing what you have to do here. You don't have to do anything other than be yourself. Although I do request two things:That we keep to our evening meetings, that's one. The other is that you take care to maintain your assumed name. Do not give anything away. Is that clear?'
Billy relaxed as Maisie spoke to him, and nodded his head.
'I just want to know about your days. That's all, Billy. Then next week I'll come and collect you. In fact, I'll come tomorrow if you want.'
'No. No, miss. I'll stay on as we agreed. Don't expect I'll find anything, though. These 'ere meetings might get a bit boring.'
Maisie nodded her head, and continued to mirror Billy's movements with her own.
'Just one more thing, Billy. About the man who wanted to leave. Remember, you told me about him? What's happened to him?'
'Can't say as I've seen 'im for a day or so. Mind you, that's not unusual, if one of the fellas wants to 'ave a bit of time alone. Like they do.'
Billy stopped speaking, kicked his feet at the ground, then looked up at Maisie.
'What is it, Billy?'
'Just a thought, though. So keen to leave, 'e was. End of the month, 'e said. Wouldn't think 'e wanted any time to 'imself, now I come to think about it.'
Maisie made no move to agree or disagree. 'Like I said, Billy. You don't need to go snooping around. Just meet me here every day.'
'Right you are, Miss. Now then. Best be going, before I'm missed.'
Maisie waited a second before responding to Billy's movement toward the fence.
'Billy . . .'
'Yes, Miss?'
With his good knee bent, ready to go through the hole in the fence, Billy turned to meet Maisie's direct stare.
'Billy. Don't you think that someone would understand that you just needed some time to yourself--if you're back a bit late, that is?'
'Oh, they might do, Miss,' Billy replied thoughtfully. Then with a wink added,'But not when I'm due to defend my snooker title in 'alf an hour.'
Maisie smiled as Billy climbed through on to the other side of the fence, and secured the wire. But instead of going back to the car, she remained in the same place to watch Billy Beale once again walk across the fields, back to his temporary life at The Retreat.
'Oh, please don't worry about the car, my dear. Heavens above, I can't even drive the thing, not with my hip at the moment. Besides, I think your need is greater than mine, and you are working in my interests.'
Maisie had been holding the telephone receiver away from her ear while Lady Rowan spoke, but brought the receiver closer to reply.
'Thank you. I was worried. But I should have it back to you by the middle of next week.'
'Right you are. Now, tell me. What's happening? James is due to leave for The Retreat in ten days. And heaven knows he won't be spoken to about anything. Not even to his father. I swear he hasn't been the same since that girl--'
'Yes, Lady Rowan. I know.'
'And if it weren't for you, I would be absolutely frantic.'
'Lady Rowan, may I speak to Lord Julian please?'
'Yes, yes . . . I know, I am just about to become tedious. He's in his study. I'll just nip next door to get him. Won't wait for Carter, it would take all day.'
Maisie smiled. It would probably take a while for Lady Rowan to walk next door to the study to get Lord Julian. She hadn't been able to 'nip' anywhere for some time.
Eventually, she heard Lord Julian Compton's voice. 'Maisie, what can I do for you?'
'Lord Julian. In confidence.'
'Of course.'
'I wonder if you could help me with some information that I believe you may be able to obtain for me from your former contacts at the War Office.'
'I'll do what I can--what do you need, Maisie?'
'Jenkins. Major Adam Jenkins. I need to see his service record, if at all possible.'
'I've already obtained it, m'dear. Didn't like the sound of this Retreat business when I heard about it from
