have?â
âMasters were a young couple with small children at the time and the Draycotts had a daughter who would have been in her twenties then.â
âI was wondering if the cellars had been common to both houses.â
âMarjorie.â Miss Tyrell smiled faintly. âMarjorie Draycott. She isnât your skeleton, Doctor. Far from it. Youâve met her already.â
âI have? When?â
âSheâs Marjorie Simmonds now.â
âMrs. Simmonds! Well, I never. Not the one whoâs so overweight and worried about it?â There had been positively nothing skeletal about the woman he had in mind. âYesterday morningâs surgery â¦â
âThatâs right.â Miss Tyrellâs thin face twitched a trifle acidly. âFair, fifteen stone, forty-five, five children â¦â
âThe classic gallbladder picture,â murmured William academically. It had been really rather interesting to see a textbook case come alive so vividly.
âYou gave her a lot of advice â¦â
âI did.â
âShe wonât take it.â
âNo,â agreed William. He sounded apologetic. âI have a duty to give it nevertheless. The choice about taking it is hers. The patientsâ freehold, you might call it.â
Miss Tyrell looked blank.
William hastily went back to the visiting list in front of him. âIâve seen Gilbert Hodge. Heâs agreed to see a surgeon about his ulcer. Will you fix him up with an appointment at the hospital?â
Miss Tyrell snorted. âI didnât think heâd want Vittoria Street even though heâs one of the richest men in Berebury. And definitely the meanest,â she added. âLong pockets and short arms, thatâs his trouble.â
âHe doesnât look well off â¦â
âDonât let that fool you, Doctor. He owns a string of shops, no end of other property and a couple of small businesses and thatâs all without counting his buildersâ merchantâs yard.â She sniffed. âThatâs not small either. Two acres at least.â
âReally?â
âAnd he started from nothing at all after the war. With his gratuity. First these building things and then property speculation. He gets Mark Reddley to do the developing side and Garton to build.â Miss Tyrellâs lips tightened. âBefore the war, Doctor, all he was was a storeman at Cortonâs.â
âI saw Jane Appleby, too â¦â
Miss Tyrellâs face softened momentarily. âA nice girl. Always was. Manyâs the time Iâve had her on my knee as a baby.â
William took a second look at Miss Tyrell and tried to imagine her in this maternal role.
He failed.
âWhat about Mrs. Caldwell?â she asked.
âNothing doing,â said William. âNot today, anyway. I might just look round there after supper â¦â Mentioning supper brought Mrs. Milliganâthat execrable cookâto his mind. He didnât know how long he could put up with her. He asked how long sheâd been with Dr. Tarde before he died.
âOnly a month.â
âAnd before that?â
Miss Tyrellâs expression eased. âHe had Mrs. Cardington. She died in May. Sheâd been here for years and years. She had a heart attack and went quite suddenly. Of course, she wasnât young any more â¦â
âWhat about Dr. Tardeâs wife?â enquired William. Heâd done his business with an executor, a second cousin who was a solicitor somewhere in the North of England. âAnd children?â
She shook her head. âHis wife died soon after they were married. Before my time. They didnât have any children. There was just his niece Margaret.â Miss Tyrell pursed her lips. âShe liked to be called Margot. She was his wifeâs sisterâs girl. She used to spend a fair bit of time here in the old days but she went off
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