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by Betty Neels




  A Star Looks Down

  Betty Neels

  Dear Reader, Looking back over the years, I find it hard to

  realise that twenty-six of them have gone by since I wrote my first

  book Sister Peters in Amsterdam.

  It wasn't until I started writing about her that I found that once I

  had started writing, nothing was going to make me stop and at that time

  I had no intention of sending it to a publisher.

  It was my daughter who urged me to try my luck.

  I shall never forget the thrill of having my first book accepted.

  A thrill I still get each time a new story is accepted.

  Writing to me is such a pleasure, and seeing a story unfolding on my

  old typewriter is like watching a film and wondering how it will end.

  Happily of course.

  To have so many of my books re-published is such a delightful thing to

  happen and I can only hope that those who read them will share my

  pleasure in seeing them on the bookshelves again.

  .

  and enjoy reading them.

  CHAPTER ONE

  It was going to be a lovely day, but Beth Partridge, tearing round the little kitchen, hadn't had time to do more than take a cursory look out of the window; on duty at eight o'clock meant leaving the flat at seven-thirty sharp, and that entailed getting up at half past six--and every minute of that hour filled.

  She worked tidily as well as fast; the flat looked pristine as she

  closed its front door and tore down the three flights of stairs, ran

  smartly out of the entrance and round the corner to the shed where she

  kept her bike.

  A minute later she was weaving her way in and out of London's early

  morning traffic, a slim figure with long legs, her titian hair,

  arranged in a great bun above her neck, glowing above the blue sweater

  and slacks.

  It took her exactly twenty minutes this morning; ten minutes, she

  thought with satisfaction, in which to change into uniform and take a

  quick look round the Recovery Room to make sure that everything was

  just as she had left it the evening before.

  She rounded one of the brick pillars which marked the entrance to St

  Elmer's Hospital, going much too fast and before she could stop

  herself, ran into a man; fortunately a large man, who withstood the

  shock of a bicycle wheel in his back with considerable aplomb, putting

  out an unhurried hand to steady her handlebars and bring her to a halt

  before he turned round.

  She had put out a leg to steady herself, and now, the bike slightly

  askew, she stood astride it, returning his calm, unhurried examination

  of her person with what dignity she could muster.

  He had a nice face; a little rugged perhaps, but good-looking, although

  the nose was too beaky and the mouth too large, even though it looked

  kind.

  His eyes were kind too, blue and heavy-lidded under thick arched brows

  a shade darker than his pale hair.

  "Oh, dear!

  ' she was breathless.

  "I am sorry you see I was on the late side and I didn't expect you.

  ' She smiled at him, her rather plain but pleasant face suddenly

  pretty, her astonishing violet eyes her one beauty twinkling at him.

  "If it comes to that," said the man,

  "I wasn't expecting you, either.

  ' He smiled back at her.

  "Don't let me keep you.

  ' She was already a few yards away when she wheeled back again.

  "You're not hurt, are you?

  ' she asked anxiously.

  "If you are, I'll take you along to Cas.

  and someone will have a look at you.

  ' His mouth twitched.

  "My dear young lady, yours is a very small bicycle and I, if you take a

  good look, am a very large man eighteen stone or so.

  I hardly noticed it.

  ' She beamed her relief.

  "Oh, good.

  "Bye.

  ' She was off again, pedalling furiously for a side door, and because

  she was going to be late, she left her bike down the covered passage

  which led to the engineer's shop; she would ring them presently and ask

  one of them to take it round to the shed where the nurses were supposed

  to keep their bicycles; it wouldn't be the first time she had done

  it.

  She still had some way to go; through the old part of the hospital,

  across the narrow alley separating it from the new wing, and then up

  several flights of stairs; she arrived at the swing doors which led to

  the theatre unit only very slightly out of breath, her face, with its

  small high-bridged nose and wide mouth, flushed by her exertions.

  Sister Collins was in the changing room, buttoning her theatre dress.

  "Almost late," she commented as she went out, and Beth sighed as she

  tore out of her clothes.

  Sister Collins was the kind of person who said,

  "Almost late," when anyone else would have said,

  "A minute to spare.

  ' Beth tucked her brilliant hair into the mob cap worn by theatre staff

  and made for the Recovery Room.

  There was a heavy list for the day and she wouldn't be off until half

  past four; she cast a regretful look out of the window at the blue sky

  and sunshine of the April morning outside--Chifney would be looking its

  best, she thought, on such a mo ming, but her old home belonged to her

  stepbrother now, and she hadn't seen it for a long time.

  Philip had inherited it when their father died, and neither she nor

  William, her younger brother, had been back since, not even for a

  holiday.

  Philip wouldn't exactly turn them out if they chose to go there, but he

  and his Wife would make it quite plain that they were only there on

  sufferance.

  She remembered how, when they had been quite small, and he ten years

  older, he had been at pains to explain to them that their mother was

  their father's second wife and therefore they would have nothing at all

  when he died and that he, for his part, had no intention of giving them

  a home.

  He had always hated his stepmother, a quiet, gentle woman who wouldn't

  have harmed a fly, and when she had died he had transferred his bitter

  dislike to herself and William.

  And it had turned out exactly as he had said it would.

  Luckily William had been left just enough money to finish university

  and train as a doctor, and Beth, bent on being a nurse and having

  nowhere else to go, had joined forces with him, and for five years now

  had lived in a rather poky little flat in the more unfashionable part

  of London, SE.

  She had been left a tiny annuity too, which helped, especially as

  William was extravagant, and on the whole they managed quite well.

  William was doing his post-graduate years now and she had been a staff

  nurse for two years and there had been hints just lately that very

  shortly she would be offered a Sister's post.

  She had nothing to complain of, she assured herself as she went round

  methodically testing the oxygen, inspecting the trays a
nd making sure

  that there was enough of everything to keep them going until the end of

  the list.

  Harriet King, the third-year nurse who worked with her, had already

  fetched the blood for the first case and was now, under Sister Collins'

  sharp eyes, setting out an injection tray.

  Beth picked up the theatre list, glanced at the clock and went off to

  fetch the first patient, a middle-aged lady from the Private Wing on

  the floor below, who, despite her premed

  , indulged, once she was on the trolley and in the lift, in an attack

  of screaming hysterics, which was rather overdoing things, seeing that

  she was only having a small nodule removed from one shoulder; a matter

  of five minutes' work by the surgeon and accompanied by no possible

  cause for alarm.

  Beth soothed her as best she could, chatting about this and that and

  laying a surprisingly firm hand on the lady's well-upholstered front

  when she signified her intention of sitting up.

  "Now, now," said Beth soothingly, genuinely sorry for the poor scared

  woman, 'here's Mr Todd who is to give you the anaesthetic-you saw him

  yesterday, didn't you?

  I'm going to hold your hand and he'll give you the teeniest prick in

  your arm and you'll go to sleep at once.

  ' The patient started to protest, but Mr Todd had slipped in his needle

  and her eyes had closed before she could frame even one word.

  "You're always so nice to them," he said.

  "Give me that tube, Beth--in the bad old days she would have gone to

  her local GP and he'd have done it under a local and no nonsense.

  ' She smiled at him behind her mask.

  "But it isn't what's going to be done to you--that's all the same once

  you're under--it's the idea.

  .

  .

  ' She broke off to hand over to Theatre Staff Nurse, and with a

  cheerful little nod slid back into the Recovery Room; they would be

  ready in Theatre Two for their first case.

  She collected a porter and a trolley and set off once more, this time

  to Men's Surgical.

  The morning slid quietly away and had become afternoon before there was

  a chance to get a meal, and then it was sandwiches and yoghurt sent up

  from the canteen.

  And the afternoon went even more quickly, with all four theatres going

  flat out and an emergency added on to the end of Theatre One's list

  just as Beth was starting to clear up.

  She would be home late again, and William, whose free evening it was,

  would have to wait for the dinner she had promised to cook for him.

  She was finished at last, though, and changed without much thought to

  her appearance and making her way out of the theatre block into the

  labyrinth of passages which took up the space behind the impressive

  entrance hall in the older part of the hospital.

  She was negotiating these when she saw her brother ahead of her.

  He was standing at the junction of four passages, talking to someone

  out of sight, which didn't prevent her cheerful: "William-I'm only just

  off, so supper will be late.

  You'd better call in at the Black Dog and have a pint.

  .

  .

  ' She had reached him by now and went on briskly: "Why are you making

  that extraordinary face?

  ' There was no need for him to tell her; his out-of-sight companion

  came into view as she reached the corner--the man she had almost run

  down on her bike that morning.

  She smiled at him.

  "Oh, hullo--is your back still OK?

  ' Seeing him for a second time she was struck by his size and by the

  fact that he wasn't as young as she had supposed him to be.

  "You don't always feel it at first," she explained kindly, and heard

  William draw in his breath sharply.

  "This," he said in his most reproving voice, 'is Profess or van Zeust

  from Leyden University in Holland--he lectures in surgery.

  ' His tone was reverent.

  "Oh, do you?

  ' Beth put out a hand and had it gently wrung.

  "I had no idea.

  ' Her engagingly plain face broke into a grin.

  "And me telling you to go along to Cas.

  You could have told me.

  ' "If you remember, you were already late," he reminded her.

  His voice was kind, but she had the impression that he didn't want to

  waste time talking to her.

  She gave him a friendly nod, said, "See you later, William," and went

  on her way, aware that her brother wasn't best pleased with her.

  He got to the flat an hour later, just as she was laying the table for

  their supper, and being a careless young man, he cast his books on one

  chair, his scarf on to another and himself into a third.

  "You are a little idiot," he began, 'talking like that to one of the

  most distinguished surgeons in Europe.

  ' Beth was at the stove, dishing up.

  "Oh?

  Does he live on a pedestal or something?

  He seemed quite human to me.

  ' "Of course he's human," her brother spoke testily, 'but he's.

  .

  -he should be respected.

  .

  .

  ' "But I was quite polite.

  ' He agreed reluctantly and went on: "Yes, but do you know what he said

  after you'd gone?

  He wanted to know where you worked and then he said that you didn't

  appear to him to be quite like the other nurses he had met.

  ' Beth bore their plates to the table.

  "Ah, he noticed how plain I am.

  ' "Well, I daresay," William agreed with brutal candour, 'but he could

  have meant that you didn't treat him with enough respect.

  ' "Pooh," said Beth with scorn, 'and you were chatty enough, the pair

  of you.

  ' William was attacking his supper in the manner of a starving man.

  "I happened to meet him," he said with a full mouth and great dignity,

  'and he asked me to take a message about the times of his lectures.

  ' Beth gave him a second helping.

  "I wonder where he lives?

  ' she wanted to know.

  "Haven't a clue.

  What's for pudding?

  ' After supper he left her to the washing up and went to his room to

  study, and when she expressed surprise at his sudden enthusiasm for

  work, he told her rather sheepishly that old van Zeust was a good

  enough fellow and knew how to give a lecture.

  "Besides," he went on, I happen to be interested in his particular line

  of work.

  ' He gave her a lofty look as he left the room, although he was back

  again within five minutes to ask if she could lend him a river until

  the end of the month.

  She went and fetched the money at once, for she was a good sister to

  him and moreover quite understood that young men needed money for beer

  and taking girls out.

  The river was part of a nest egg she had been saving towards some new

  clothes, and she very much doubted if she would get it back again.

  But William was a dear; he had been kind to her when they had left

  Chifney and he paid his half of the rent, even if he did borrow it back

  again within a week or so.

  In a year or two's time, when he had finished his
postgraduate work and

  got himself a really good job, he would probably marry, and then she

  would have to find a smaller flat and live in it by herself--unless she

  got married too, and that didn't seem very likely; not now.

  If she had stayed at home and her father had been alive, she would have

  been Miss Partridge of Chifney House, and perhaps one of the young men

  living in the district, sons of small landowners, would have married

  her, for there she had been the daughter of the house and what she

  lacked in looks she had made up for with charm, so that she had had a

  great many friends.

  But here in London, no one cared who she was; it had taken her a little

  while to get used to the indifference of Londoners to each other, and

 

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