The Girl With No Name

by Diney Costeloe

  ‘But how...’

  Denny gave him a self-satisfied grin. ‘Money, boy. Money. Money’ll buy you anything if you’ve got enough. All we have to do is be sure the rozzers don’t find us before we go. They’ll be on the lookout for you, because they’ll know you had a hand in my escape.’

  ‘But I didn’t do anything,’ gulped Harry.

  ‘Course you did, son. Needed to get my messages out, didn’t I? And once they break my tame screw, which they will, all will be revealed. So we have to be well clear before they work it all out. Lucky for us the rozzers ain’t very bright. Should take them a while, but we can’t take no risks, so it’s indoors here for you and me, till we go on board tomorrow night.’

  ‘Why me?’ asked Harry, wondering how on earth he was going to get away.

  ‘Cos you’re clean, boy. Vic Merritt ain’t got a record and you’re Vic Merritt now, just like you wanted. Me? I’m George Merritt, your old dad. Travelling together to a new life now that we’ve been made homeless in London.’

  ‘But... Lisa...’ As he said her name, Harry knew he shouldn’t have mentioned her.

  Denny gave him such a fierce glare that his words trailed away. ‘We know you’ve got a girl, Harry— Vic, I mean, got to get used to calling you that. We know about Lisa and where she is. If you still want her when we get there, Mick here can get her sent out, no trouble, can’t you, Mick?’

  Mick nodded. ‘No trouble, boss.’

  Harry thought of Lisa, so vulnerable, unaware that anyone knew about her or was watching her and he said, casually, ‘No problem then, I can send for her when we’re settled.’

  He thought he saw the slightest relaxation in Denny’s face, but it was gone as quickly as it came as he said, ‘Knew you’d understand, son. Always problems once we involve the ladies... love ’em!’ He heaved a sigh. ‘My old lady’s staying behind. Can’t even visit her before I go, the rozzers’ll be watching her place like hawks, hoping to nab me there. Still, she knows the score and she never goes without.’

  They remained in the upstairs room until dusk the following day. Mick had brought in a paper that had a small piece about Denny’s escape, but with the excitement of VE day, it was only half an inch at the bottom of the back page.

  ‘So much the better,’ Denny said when he saw it, but Harry had a sneaking suspicion that he was sorry that his escape hadn’t made a bigger splash.

  As dusk turned to dark, Maiden Lady slipped her mooring and slid off down the Thames. Harry stood on deck and watched the lights, now shining clearly along the shore, recede as they reached the sea. He was on his way to Australia; not quite as he planned with Lisa by his side but, he thought with a fatalistic shrug, he’d write to her when he got there and explain it wasn’t his fault that he’d gone without her. Lisa would understand.

  42

  The letter from Switzerland arrived a month later. Charlotte had looked up Nikolaus Becker’s address and had written to him yet again. She’d heard nothing from him since he’d returned her letter to her parents back in 1940, but she was desperately hoping that was because the address he’d had for her no longer existed.

  It had been a difficult month since VE day. Charlotte continued to work in Livingston Road, but there was a distinct coolness between her and Caroline. She had waited impatiently for Harry to come back as he’d promised, but when he did not, she gradually had to accept that he wasn’t going to. It was no good blaming Caroline. She hadn’t caused his disappearance and the longer Harry was gone the more Charlotte had to admit that Caroline had, though misguided, thought she was acting in Charlotte’s best interests when she’d withheld his letter.

  Billy had had to go home again, but not before Charlotte had told him all about Harry, how he’d befriended her, what he meant to her. Billy realised straight away that now was not the time to ask Charlotte to marry him as he’d been intending. Harry’s arrival and disappearance were too raw. All his gentle approach, his wooing of Charlotte had been wasted, Billy thought bitterly, wiped out at a stroke by the return of Harry Black.

  Charlotte had told him, however, about Miss Edie’s bequest. It was still been a matter of conjecture in the village, but no one was really any the wiser. Charlotte had told no one else until she’d told Harry and now she felt it was only fair to tell Billy, too.

  He’d stared at her for a moment before saying, ‘You mean Blackdown House is yours?’

  She nodded.

  ‘But what about the Nicholsons who live there now?’

  ‘They’re tenants. They’re just renting it for the duration of the war.’

  ‘So you might come back and live there, now the war’s over.’ Billy tried to keep his voice even, so that the hope that leaped within him didn’t sound in his words.

  ‘I don’t know, Billy. It all depends.’

  Depends on what? Billy wanted to ask, but all he said was, ‘Does Harry know?’

  It seemed to him that everything related back to Harry. He was glad that Harry hadn’t put in an appearance since VE day, but Billy was afraid that he might simply be biding his time until he, Billy, went home again.

  ‘Yes, I told him when I saw him.’

  Billy was dying to ask what Harry’s reaction had been, but he wanted all thoughts of Harry to fade as fast as possible, so he said nothing.

  The day the letter arrived, Charlotte was out with some of the children in the park. She sat and watched them playing on the swings and remembered how Harry had found her there. She glanced round, half expecting to see him coming up behind her, but instead, to her surprise, she saw Caroline hurrying towards her.

  ‘Caroline? What’s the matter?’

  ‘You’ve got a letter, I thought you’d want to see it straight away.’

  Charlotte’s thoughts flew to Harry, but when she took the letter she saw that the stamps were foreign... Swiss.

  ‘I’ll look after the children,’ Caroline said. ‘You go home and read it in peace.’

  Charlotte needed no second bidding. On the back of the envelope, scrawled in the small pointy writing she’d seen before, was the name Nikolaus Becker and an address in Zurich. She almost ran back to the house and went straight up to her room. Nikolaus had answered her letter at last. She sat on the bed and as she had when she’d been given Harry’s letter, she looked at the envelope for a long time before having the courage to open it. She assumed it had news of her family, but would it be the news she’d been awaiting so long? Harry had said they would all have vanished into the Nazi killing machine. Was he going to be proved right?

  Slowly she opened the envelope and pulled out the letter. It was dated ten days ago.

  My Dear Lieselotte

  I am so glad you have contacted me again with a new address. I have written to you before at the old one but received no reply. I managed to contact Bloomsbury House and found to my dismay that you were reported killed in September 1940. They had no record of your survival.

  Now that the hostilities are over in Europe many hundreds of survivors of the Nazi camps have been found and some have been connected with their relatives through the American hospitals and the Red Cross. I am delighted to tell you your mother is one of them. She has been in an American army hospital since she was rescued from some labour camp, I don’t know where, but she remembered me and the Red Cross made contact. I have arranged for her to come to Zurich. I am sorry to say that there is no sign of your brother or father. Names are being published daily of those who have perished, but so far no news good or bad of them. I don’t know how your mother managed to survive, but she has, though she is extremely weak. I don’t know much of your circumstances now, but if you were able to come to Zurich I know it would make her very happy. She is in no state to travel to England to see you. To be honest with you, I’m not sure she will ever be well again. Perhaps, with good nursing here in Switzerland, she may recover to some extent, but if you can come I think it should be as soon as possible. I include my telephone number, but it may be impossible to speak to
me. As you can imagine, with the end of the war, things are in chaos and even our neutral Switzerland is badly affected.

  If you are able to come and visit, my wife, Anna, and I would be delighted if you would stay with us for a few days.

  Please write your intentions to me soon, so that if you are able to come, we can make arrangements for your stay.

  Yours,

  Nikolaus Becker

  Charlotte felt a sudden surge of joy. Mutti was alive and had been moved to a hospital in Switzerland. There was no news of Papa or Martin, but that didn’t mean they were dead, just not found yet. Mutti was alive and Mutti needed her. Charlotte leaped to her feet and ran downstairs to find Caroline. She had to share her great news with someone. As she reached the hall, Caroline was returning with the children from the park. She saw the joy on Charlotte’s face, and all animosity between them died as she flung herself into Caroline’s arms.

  ‘She’s alive!’ she cried as the tears streamed down her face. ‘My mother’s alive.’

  Caroline hugged her tight, her own tears mingling with Charlotte’s. ‘That’s wonderful news, just wonderful,’ she said. ‘Oh, Charlotte, my dearest, I’m so pleased for you.’

  A little later when they had the chance to sit down with a cup of tea, she asked, ‘So, what are you going to do?’

  ‘I’ve thought it all through,’ Charlotte told her. ‘I’m going down to Somerset tomorrow to see Mr Thompson and the vicar. I need money from my trust to pay my fare to Zurich.’

  ‘But how will you get there?’

  ‘Boat, train, whatever way I can.’

  Caroline, seeing that Charlotte was determined and anxious to repair the damage her withholding Harry’s letter had done between them, said, ‘We shall miss you while you’re away, but things are a little easier just now and Ethel has been a godsend.’

  Charlotte left for Somerset the next day. She had phoned the Swansons to say she was coming and Avril had sounded delighted.

  ‘How lovely,’ she cried. ‘We can’t wait to see you. Someone’ll meet you at the station. How long can you stay?’

  ‘Just a flying visit, I’m afraid. I have to see the vicar and Mr Thompson, but,’ Charlotte promised, ‘I’ll tell you all about it when I see you.’ Then the pips went and she said goodbye.

  Billy was waiting at the station, standing on the platform when Charlotte got off the train. They hugged and Billy kissed her briefly on the mouth before leading her out to John Shepherd’s car.

  ‘This is a sudden visit,’ Billy said as they drove up the hill to Wynsdown. ‘Has something happened?’ As soon as he’d heard that Charlotte was coming down for a few days, he’d begun to worry that Harry had reappeared. Charlotte’s reply, ‘I’ll tell you all about it when we’ve got a chance to talk properly, Billy,’ did little to reassure him.

  The Swansons greeted Charlotte with delight.

  ‘Charlotte, my dear girl, it’s so lovely to see you,’ Avril said as she hugged her. ‘We can’t wait to hear how things are in London.’ She was indeed agog. Caroline had hinted that there was something important that Charlotte wanted to discuss with her trustees, but she’d learned her lesson and would say no more. There was no way that she was going to interfere in Charlotte’s life again.

  ‘Hold on, Avril,’ laughed the vicar as he, too, gave Charlotte a hug. ‘The poor girl’s only just walked in the door. Feed her first, then we can chat.’

  ‘Yes, yes, of course,’ Avril said. She glanced across at Billy, standing in the doorway. ‘You’ll stay for supper, Billy?’

  After they’d finished the meal, they sat round the familiar kitchen table and listened to what she had to say.

  ‘So you see,’ Charlotte finished, ‘I need some of my money so that I can go to Zurich and find my mother.’

  ‘By yourself?’ Avril sounded alarmed.

  ‘Of course not,’ said Billy. ‘I’m going with her.’

  Charlotte turned and stared at him. ‘Billy, you can’t.’

  ‘Why not? Why can’t I?’

  ‘It’s so far. I don’t know what I’m going to find there. I don’t know long I’m going to be.’

  ‘I know,’ Billy replied. ‘That’s why I’m coming with you.’

  ‘I – I don’t know...’ Charlotte began, hope and uncertainty in her eyes.

  ‘I do,’ said Billy firmly. He reached across the table and took her hand. ‘You can’t think I’d let you go on your own, Char. No buts, I’m coming.’

  ‘Then we’ll need to release enough money to get you both there and back,’ David said. ‘I’ll speak to Thompson in the morning and we’ll get it all arranged.’

  That night Charlotte lay in bed in the vicarage and thought about the journey ahead. It wouldn’t be easy crossing war-torn France and though she’d been determined to go, the thought of having Billy with her had lifted a burden she hadn’t realised she’d been carrying.

  Next morning they all met with Mr Thompson and the two trustees agreed to release the money Charlotte and Billy would need for their journey. They left Wynsdown together on the afternoon train.

  They crossed over to France and took a train to Paris. The French railways were still running and they managed to catch a late-night train to Strasbourg on the next leg of their journey. As they sat together in the compartment, surrounded by people dozing to the movement of the train, Charlotte curled up against Billy, her head on his shoulder, his arms holding her close. They, too, nodded from time to time, but Charlotte was too strung up to sleep properly. She had no idea of what state her mother was in, just that she’d been in hospital and was frail.

  They finally reached Zurich three days after they had left Wynsdown. Tired and hungry, having eaten nothing but the sandwiches they’d brought for the journey, they found a café in the station and had some sort of soup and some crusty bread and cheese before setting out to find Nikolaus. There were taxis waiting outside the station and Charlotte gave the driver Nikolaus Becker’s address.

  ‘Seems an extravagance taking a taxi,’ she said as they drove through the city, clean and bright and undefaced by the ravages of war, ‘but I don’t know how else we’ll find him.’

  Billy squeezed her hand. ‘You’re right,’ he said. ‘And that’s the quickest way to find your mother.’

  Nikolaus Becker lived in an apartment block in a side street, not far from the business district. The taxi deposited them outside and Charlotte looked at the row of bells beside the communal front door. There it was, Becker N. She gave Billy a nervous smile and pressed the bell. Would Cousin Nikolaus be expecting her? She had tried to phone as soon as she’d got his letter, but it was impossible to get a line to Zurich, so she had written to tell him she was on her way, but she had no idea whether or not he would have received her letter yet. The door opened with a buzz and they went in. Stairs led upwards and there was a cage lift. They took the stairs.

  There seemed to be two apartments on each floor, each with a name and a bell outside. The Beckers lived on the second floor.

  When Charlotte pressed their bell the door opened almost immediately and a maid in a black uniform stood there. ‘Yes?’

  ‘Lieselotte Becker to see Herr Becker.’ Charlotte spoke in German, though the words sounded odd even to her own ears. She hadn’t spoken German since the night she’d comforted Dieter Karhausen.

  The maid stood aside and let them into a wide hallway. ‘Wait here please,’ she said, ‘I’ll see if Herr Becker is at home.’

  Nikolaus Becker appeared moments later, peering at the couple who waited in his front hall. ‘Lieselotte?’ he said. ‘Is it really you?’

  Charlotte assured him it was and introduced Billy, who, speaking no German simply smiled and shook hands. Nikolaus led them into a large drawing room that looked out on to the street below. As they entered a woman got up from a chair by the window and Nikolaus introduced her as his wife, Anna. She was tall, taller than her husband, elegantly dressed with her silver hair swept up into a chignon.

 
; ‘Lisa,’ she drawled, ‘we’re so glad you came. We were hoping you would.’

  ‘I did write,’ Charlotte said, ‘but maybe I’ve got here before my letter. How’s my mother?’

  ‘And who is this?’ Anna didn’t answer her question, but looked at Billy with interest.

  ‘This is my friend, Billy Shepherd,’ Charlotte said. She had no time to go into the ins and outs of her relationship with Billy. ‘How’s my mother? Where is she?’

  ‘She’s in a nursing home,’ replied Anna. ‘We couldn’t look after her here.’

  Charlotte, who had just sat down, got at once to her feet. ‘Can you take me to see her?’

  ‘Of course,’ Anna said smoothly, ‘but surely you’ll take a little refreshment first?’

  ‘No, thank you,’ Charlotte said. ‘We’ve had something. Please, can you take us to the nursing home?’

  Anna smiled. ‘Of course, Nikolaus’ll take you. Where were you planning to stay?’

  Billy could see that Charlotte was getting agitated and said softly, ‘What’s going on, Char?’

  ‘Nothing, Mr Shepherd, I do assure you,’ Anna said in perfect English. ‘I was just asking where you were planning to stay during your visit. Lisa is, of course, most welcome to stay here with us, but since you are with her, you’d probably be more comfortable in an hotel.’

  Billy gave a polite smile, but Charlotte could see he was angry. ‘Of course,’ he replied. ‘Don’t worry about us. We shall find a hotel once Charlotte’s seen her mother.’

  ‘Charlotte?’

  ‘Lisa. Lisa’s mother.’

  ‘I see, well, perhaps you’d like to wash your hands, freshen up a little while Nikolaus fetches the car.’ She showed them across the hall where there was a large bathroom. Charlotte went in first, and when she’d closed the door behind her, peered into the mirror above the basin. Staring back at her was a pale-faced girl, with huge tired eyes. They’d come so far and she’d thought for a moment that her mother would be waiting here in this apartment when she arrived. She should have known, she supposed that Mutti would need proper nursing care, but as she’d walked into the opulent apartment, she’d been glad that her mother was in such pleasant surroundings.