afterwards Saracen drove Jill back to the Nurses’ Home where she thanked him for dinner and said that she would be in touch.
Chapter Four
It was four days before Saracen saw Jill again when their duty stints coincided on Friday morning. He raised his eyes in question when she came into the crowded treatment room and she nodded briefly and self-consciously in reply. Saracen mouthed the word ‘lunch?’ to her and she nodded again.
They ate in the hospital staff canteen, a huge rambling barn of a place which reminded Saracen of a school assembly hall and where the acoustics were such that the air was constantly filled with the clatter of crockery and cutlery from the kitchens. The tiled walls were clean to shoulder height, where the agreement with the unions expired and then grew progressively filthier as they climbed to meet the vaulted ceiling some twenty feet above the lino clad floor. Proper cleaning would have required the erection of scaffolding and so was out of the question but, for the most part, poor lighting hid the dirt.
“You spoke to the nurse?” asked Saracen.
Jill Rawlings said that she had. “It was Mary Travers; she’s a friend of mine. She said that the patient was severely cyanosed when they got to her, almost navy blue in fact. They gave her oxygen on the way back to the General but then there was some discussion as to whether or not she should be taken on to the County Hospital.”
“Why?”
“Mary didn’t know. Dr Tang just told them all to stay on board while she spoke to Dr Garten. When she came back Dr Tang told Mary that the patient would be going to the County and, as she would be going with her, there was no need for Mary to stay on board. Mary was well over her duty period so she was quite glad. She returned to A&E and signed off.
“So as far as Nurse Travers was concerned the patient was being taken to the County Hospital?”
“Yes.”
“And she was alive when Nurse Travers left her?”
“Yes.”
“Did you ask about times?”
“Mary couldn’t remember. She suggests you check the ambulance log book.”
“I already did.”
“And?”
Saracen hesitated before replying. It had been his intention to involve Jill as little as possible in the affair for her own good but it was becoming too difficult and he did want to discuss it with someone so he decided to confide in her. “The record says that Myra Archer was dead on arrival at Skelmore General. There was no mention of a transfer to the County Hospital.”
“But why?” exclaimed Jill in astonishment.
“Why indeed,” said Saracen.
Jill asked what had made Saracen suspicious in the first place and he told her of his meeting with Timothy Archer.
“Poor man,” said Jill when he had finished.
Saracen confessed that, at first, he had been sceptical about Archer’s story and had put it down to the man being overwrought. But now there seemed to be grounds for believing that there had indeed been some kind of foul-up over his wife’s treatment and a subsequent cover-up.
“But why would Garten involve himself in the cover-up?” asked Jill. “Surely the blame was down to Dr Tang?”
“That puzzles me too,” Saracen agreed. “I can’t honestly see Garten putting his career on the line to save a junior doctor.”
“Or anyone else for that matter,” added Jill.
“Then he must be involved in some way.”
“Tricky,” said Jill.
Saracen agreed with his eyes.
“What are you going to do now?” asked Jill.
Saracen shook his head.
“Have you tackled Dr Tang?”
“I tried but when I mentioned the name Myra Archer she took fright and scurried off.”
“She might tell Garten,” said Jill.
“That thought had not escaped me,” replied Saracen ruefully, “But I broached the subject casually; there was no suggestion of an accusation so I think I might get away with it.”
“What happened when the ambulance reached the County Hospital?” asked Jill.
“As far as I can tell it never did.
Chapter Four
It was four days before Saracen saw Jill again when their duty stints coincided on Friday morning. He raised his eyes in question when she came into the crowded treatment room and she nodded briefly and self-consciously in reply. Saracen mouthed the word ‘lunch?’ to her and she nodded again.
They ate in the hospital staff canteen, a huge rambling barn of a place which reminded Saracen of a school assembly hall and where the acoustics were such that the air was constantly filled with the clatter of crockery and cutlery from the kitchens. The tiled walls were clean to shoulder height, where the agreement with the unions expired and then grew progressively filthier as they climbed to meet the vaulted ceiling some twenty feet above the lino clad floor. Proper cleaning would have required the erection of scaffolding and so was out of the question but, for the most part, poor lighting hid the dirt.
“You spoke to the nurse?” asked Saracen.
Jill Rawlings said that she had. “It was Mary Travers; she’s a friend of mine. She said that the patient was severely cyanosed when they got to her, almost navy blue in fact. They gave her oxygen on the way back to the General but then there was some discussion as to whether or not she should be taken on to the County Hospital.”
“Why?”
“Mary didn’t know. Dr Tang just told them all to stay on board while she spoke to Dr Garten. When she came back Dr Tang told Mary that the patient would be going to the County and, as she would be going with her, there was no need for Mary to stay on board. Mary was well over her duty period so she was quite glad. She returned to A&E and signed off.
“So as far as Nurse Travers was concerned the patient was being taken to the County Hospital?”
“Yes.”
“And she was alive when Nurse Travers left her?”
“Yes.”
“Did you ask about times?”
“Mary couldn’t remember. She suggests you check the ambulance log book.”
“I already did.”
“And?”
Saracen hesitated before replying. It had been his intention to involve Jill as little as possible in the affair for her own good but it was becoming too difficult and he did want to discuss it with someone so he decided to confide in her. “The record says that Myra Archer was dead on arrival at Skelmore General. There was no mention of a transfer to the County Hospital.”
“But why?” exclaimed Jill in astonishment.
“Why indeed,” said Saracen.
Jill asked what had made Saracen suspicious in the first place and he told her of his meeting with Timothy Archer.
“Poor man,” said Jill when he had finished.
Saracen confessed that, at first, he had been sceptical about Archer’s story and had put it down to the man being overwrought. But now there seemed to be grounds for believing that there had indeed been some kind of foul-up over his wife’s treatment and a subsequent cover-up.
“But why would Garten involve himself in the cover-up?” asked Jill. “Surely the blame was down to Dr Tang?”
“That puzzles me too,” Saracen agreed. “I can’t honestly see Garten putting his career on the line to save a junior doctor.”
“Or anyone else for that matter,” added Jill.
“Then he must be involved in some way.”
“Tricky,” said Jill.
Saracen agreed with his eyes.
“What are you going to do now?” asked Jill.
Saracen shook his head.
“Have you tackled Dr Tang?”
“I tried but when I mentioned the name Myra Archer she took fright and scurried off.”
“She might tell Garten,” said Jill.
“That thought had not escaped me,” replied Saracen ruefully, “But I broached the subject casually; there was no suggestion of an accusation so I think I might get away with it.”
“What happened when the ambulance reached the County Hospital?” asked Jill.
“As far as I can tell it never did.
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