They did. Polly grabbed the handkerchief and ran upstairs to Personnel to ask Mr. Witherill if she could be gone for the morning. "To attend my aunt"s funeral."
"You must obtain permission from your floor supervisor."
"Miss Snelgrove"s not here."
He glanced over at his secretary, who nodded confirmation. "She telephoned to say the trains weren"t running, and she was going to attempt to take a bus."
"Oh. Your aunt, you say?"
"Yes, sir. My Aunt Louise. She was killed in a raid." She dabbed at her eyes with the handkerchief.
"My condolences. When is the funeral?"
"Eleven o"clock at St. Pancras Church," Polly said, and if Mr. Witherill (or, more likely, Miss Snelgrove) checked the funeral notices, they would find "Mrs. James (Louise) Barnes, aged 53, St. Pancras Church. 11 A.M. A.M. No flowers." No flowers."
"Very well," he said, "but I expect you to return immediately after the funeral."
"Yes, sir, I will," Polly said and ran down to tell Doreen where she was going and to tell anyone who inquired after her that she"d be back by one, took the tube to Fleet Street, and walked quickly to the Times Times office, hoping ordinary people were allowed access to the morgue. office, hoping ordinary people were allowed access to the morgue.
They were. She asked for the morning and evening editions from September twentieth through the twenty-second and was shocked to be handed the actual newspapers-though this was of course before digital copying or even microfilm. She paged through the large sheets, looking for the death notices and reading down through them-"Joseph Seabrook, 72, died suddenly of enemy action. Helen s.e.xton, 43, died suddenly. Phyllis s.e.xton, 11, died suddenly. Rita s.e.xton, 5, died suddenly."
Polly"s name wasn"t on any of the lists, and the news article was only a brief paragraph headed "Beloved Eighteenth-Century Church Blitzed". There were no details, no photo, not even the name of the church.
Good, she thought. She returned the papers to the desk and went on to the Daily Herald Daily Herald, checking the news story about St. George"s-"Fourth Historic Church Destroyed by Luftwaffe in Failed Campaign to Demoralize Brits"-and the death notices. Her name wasn"t there either, or in the Standard Standard, which was all she had time to check. She would have to check the others later.
She raced back to Townsend Brothers, stopping at Padgett"s to rub a bit of rouge around her eyes in the ladies" lounge and splash water on her eyelashes, cheeks, and handkerchief. And a good thing she had. Miss Snelgrove had arrived and clearly did not believe she"d been to a funeral.
And Colin wouldn"t believe I was dead either, she thought, even if he did see my death notice even if he did see my death notice. Colin would refuse to give up. He"d insist they continue looking for her just as Sir G.o.dfrey had.
Then where are they? she thought, writing up purchases and waiting for Miss Snelgrove to leave so she could ask Doreen whether anyone had asked for her while she was gone. she thought, writing up purchases and waiting for Miss Snelgrove to leave so she could ask Doreen whether anyone had asked for her while she was gone. Why aren"t they here? Why aren"t they here? It had been nearly four weeks since the drop was damaged and five since she should have checked in. It had been nearly four weeks since the drop was damaged and five since she should have checked in.
She had to wait till after the closing bell to speak to Doreen. Doreen told her no one had come in and asked her about Marjorie. "Miss Snelgrove said she won"t be well enough to have visitors for at least a fortnight," she said. "You don"t think it means she"s getting worse, do you?"
"No, of course not," Polly lied.
"I keep thinking about her lying in that rubble and us not knowing what had happened," Doreen said, "thinking she was safely in Bath when all the time... I feel so guilty not sensing she was in trouble."
"You had no way of knowing," Polly said, which seemed to rea.s.sure her. She went off to cover her counter, but Polly stood there, lost in thought.
No way of knowing. What if the reason the retrieval team hadn"t come wasn"t divergent points or their thinking she was dead or any of the other things she"d imagined? What if it was simply because the lab didn"t know they needed to send a team? That they didn"t know anything was wrong? Like I didn"t know Marjorie was lying in the rubble Like I didn"t know Marjorie was lying in the rubble.
The lab had been swamped with retrievals and drops and schedule changes, and Mr. Dunworthy had been busy as well, meeting with people and going off to London. Could they all have been so busy and distracted they"d forgotten she was supposed to check in? Or could something have happened to Michael Davies at Dover or Pearl Harbor, and everyone"s attention was on pulling him out, and they"d put every other retrieval on hold?
If that was the case, they wouldn"t find out her drop wasn"t working till the day she was supposed to be back. Which meant they"d be here on the twenty-second, and all she needed to do was last a few more days. No, she was forgetting Colin. No matter what was distracting other people, he wouldn"t have forgotten about her. He"d have been at the lab every day, demanding to know whether she"d checked in. And when she didn"t, he"d have gone straight to Mr. Dunworthy.
No, wait, he couldn"t. He wasn"t allowed in the lab.
That wouldn"t stop him, Polly thought. Unless Colin himself was the distraction. He"d been determined to go on a.s.signment so he could "catch up" to her. What if he"d gone through the net without permission to the Crusades or something, and they"d had to send a retrieval team to fetch him, or Mr. Dunworthy had gone after him? And in all the resultant chaos they"d completely forgotten about her? It was all too likely a scenario, and she spent the time till the twenty-second worrying about Colin. And Marjorie.
October twenty-second came and went without the retrieval team appearing. It will take them time to find me It will take them time to find me, she told herself, ignoring the laws of time travel and the trail of bread crumbs she"d so carefully laid. They"ll be here tomorrow They"ll be here tomorrow.
But they weren"t, nor on the twenty-fourth. Or outside Notting Hill Gate the next morning. And it"s a good thing I didn"t apply for that position at Padgett"s And it"s a good thing I didn"t apply for that position at Padgett"s, Polly thought, walking past the store on her way to Townsend Brothers. Tonight was the night it had been bombed. A direct hit by a thousand-pound HE had demolished the building, and because it had been hit just after closing and there were still people in the building, there"d been three deaths.
Polly stopped to take a last look at the store"s grandiose columns, at its gla.s.s display windows and the mannequins dressed in wool coats and small-brimmed felt hats. "End-of-Summer Sale," a banner read. "Last chance to buy at these prices."
Or to do anything else, Polly thought, wondering who the three fatalities had been. Late shoppers? Or junior sales a.s.sistants who"d had to stay behind to add up their sales receipt books or wrap parcels?
I"d best put my hat and coat behind the counter tonight and take the tube instead of the bus. Unless the retrieval team"s waiting for me when I get to work, she thought, walking the last three blocks to Townsend Brothers.
But they weren"t there. Where are they? Where are they? Polly thought sickly, going up to third. Polly thought sickly, going up to third. Where Where are are they? they?
There was four and a half days" slippage when I came through, she told herself, uncovering her counter. If they"d tried to come through on the twenty-second and had encountered the same amount of slippage, they wouldn"t be here till tomorrow night.
And what will you tell yourself the day after tomorrow when they still haven"t come? And the next day? And the day before your deadline? She looked anxiously over at Doreen and Sarah, who were discussing where they were going after work tonight. She looked anxiously over at Doreen and Sarah, who were discussing where they were going after work tonight. I wish I wish I I knew knew, Polly thought.
But they didn"t know either. They were making plans to go see a film in Leicester Square, but if Padgett"s had had been hit just after closing, then the sirens would go just as they were leaving. They might have to spend the night in Oxford Circus Station. been hit just after closing, then the sirens would go just as they were leaving. They might have to spend the night in Oxford Circus Station.
Or be blown to bits on their way there, or on the way home. They had no more idea what would happen, or whether they"d make it through alive, than she did, and they had the threat of invasion and losing the war to worry about as well. And if they were Jewish, like Sarah...
And they have no retrieval team or Mr. Dunworthy-or Colin-to rescue them, Polly thought, ashamed. Yet they managed somehow to not give way to anxiety or despair, to wait cheerfully on Miss Eliot, who was berating Sarah for Townsend Brothers" being out of woolen vests, and on Mrs. Stedman, who"d brought her unevacuated toddlers with her today.
If they could put on a brave face, surely she could, too. She was, after all, an actress. Starring opposite a knighted actor in a play by J. M. Barrie.
"Courage, Lady Mary," she murmured and went to rescue Doreen from the toddlers. She showed them how the pneumatic tubes worked and then walked them-holding tightly on to their small hands-over to Miss Snelgrove to ask if she"d heard anything about Marjorie"s having visitors.
"I telephoned this morning," Miss Snelgrove said, "but the matron said she was still too ill to see anyone," which sounded ominous, and apparently Miss Snelgrove thought so, too, because she added, "You must try not to worry."
Polly nodded, took the toddlers back to their mother and a grateful Doreen, and went to wait on Mrs. Milliken and a succession of ill-tempered customers. Difficult Mrs. Jones-White came in, followed by Mrs. Aberfoyle and her nippy little Pekingese, and elderly Miss Pink, who was notorious for asking to examine every single piece of merchandise in every single drawer and then not buying anything.
"Every unpleasant person in London has decided to shop at Townsend Brothers today," Doreen whispered on her way to the workroom.
"I know," Polly said, wrapping Miss Gill"s purchases. She"d told Polly she wanted them sent and then changed her mind and decided to take them with her. It took Polly till closing to wrap them all, by which time Miss Gill had changed her mind again.
"Thank heavens," Doreen said when the closing bell rang, and began covering her counter.
Polly put on her coat and was reaching for her hat when Miss Snelgrove came over. "You waited on Mrs. Jones-White earlier?"
"Yes, she purchased two pairs of stockings. She wanted them sent," Polly said, thinking, Please don"t say she"s changed her mind and wants her purchases wrapped, too Please don"t say she"s changed her mind and wants her purchases wrapped, too.
"Mrs. Jones-Smith has decided she wishes-"
"Ohh!" Doreen gave a strangled cry and rushed past Polly"s counter toward the lifts.
"Where are you going, Miss Timmons?" Miss Snelgrove said, annoyed, and then, in an entirely different tone of voice, "Oh, my!" and started after her toward the lift.
A young woman was stepping off it. She moved stiffly, as if she hurt, and her arm was in a sling. It was Marjorie.
Here Comes the Navy-with the Army!-HEADLINE OF STORY ABOUT THE EVACUATION OF DUNKIRK, JUNE 1940 JUNE 1940
London-25 October 1940
MARJORIE STEPPED OFF THE LIFT AND STARTED ACROSS the floor toward Polly, who was still putting on her coat. "Marjorie!" Polly breathed and ran over to her. the floor toward Polly, who was still putting on her coat. "Marjorie!" Polly breathed and ran over to her.
Doreen got there first. "When did you get out of hospital?" she was asking. "Why didn"t you tell us?"
Marjorie ignored Doreen. "Oh, Polly!" she said. "I"m so glad to see you!" She looked dreadful, thin and with dark shadows under her eyes, and when Polly embraced her, she flinched. "Sorry," she said. "I"m afraid I"ve got four broken ribs."
"And no business being here," Polly said. "You don"t look as though you should even be out of hospital."
"I"m not," Marjorie said and laughed shakily.
Miss Snelgrove came over. "What are you doing here, Marjorie? Your doctor should never have allowed-"
"He didn"t," Marjorie said. "I... it was my idea to come." She put her hand to her forehead, swaying slightly.
"Miss Sebastian, fetch her a chair," Miss Snelgrove ordered, and Polly started toward her counter, but Marjorie clutched her sleeve.
"No, please, Polly," she pleaded. "Stay with me."
"I"ll fetch it," Doreen volunteered.
"Thank you," Marjorie said, still holding on to Polly. Doreen left, and Marjorie turned to Miss Snelgrove. "Could you possibly go tell Mr. Witherill I"m here? I"d intended to go up to Personnel to speak to him about coming back, but I"m afraid I"m not feeling-"
"You mustn"t worry over that," Miss Snelgrove said kindly. "I can a.s.sure you your place will be here whenever you"re ready to return." Doreen brought the chair, and Marjorie sank into it. "And you"re to take as much time as you need."
"Thank you, but if I could just speak to Mr. Witherill-"
"Certainly, my dear." Miss Snelgrove patted her hand and started toward the lifts.
"What did you do to her?" Doreen said, looking wonderingly after her. "She"s been an absolute bear bear these last few weeks." She turned to Marjorie. "You still haven"t told us what you were doing in Jermyn Street." these last few weeks." She turned to Marjorie. "You still haven"t told us what you were doing in Jermyn Street."
"Doreen, could I possibly have a gla.s.s of water?" Marjorie said faintly. "I"m sorry to be such a bother..."
"I"ll bring it straightaway," Doreen said and scurried off.
"Oh, you shouldn"t have come," Polly said, concerned.
"I had to." She clutched Polly"s arm. "I sent her for the water so I could speak to you alone. I"ve been so worried. Did you get into trouble?"
"Trouble?"
"Because I wasn"t here to tell Miss Snelgrove you weren"t coming in," she said, near tears. "I"m so sorry. I only remembered this morning. I heard two of the nurses talking, and one of them said she needed to leave early and asked the other to cover for her, and I thought, Oh, no, I was supposed to cover for Polly if she wasn"t back on time Monday. I came as soon as I could. I had to sneak out of hospital-"
"It"s all right," Polly said. "You mustn"t upset yourself. Everything"s fine."
"Oh, then you did did make it back in time for work on Monday." Color flooded back into her cheeks, and she looked so relieved Polly didn"t have the heart to tell her she hadn"t. "I was so afraid Miss Snelgrove would sack you." make it back in time for work on Monday." Color flooded back into her cheeks, and she looked so relieved Polly didn"t have the heart to tell her she hadn"t. "I was so afraid Miss Snelgrove would sack you."
She"d have liked to, Polly thought. "No, I wasn"t sacked."
"And your mother was all right?"
Polly nodded.
"Oh, good," Marjorie said. "I was so worried that you"d had to stay and I"d let you down."
"You let me me down?" Polly said. "I let down?" Polly said. "I let you you down. I thought you"d gone to Bath. I should have known you wouldn"t leave London without telling me. I should have told the authorities you were missing. I should have made them look-" down. I thought you"d gone to Bath. I should have known you wouldn"t leave London without telling me. I should have told the authorities you were missing. I should have made them look-"
Marjorie was shaking her head. "They couldn"t have found me. I didn"t tell anyone where I was going."
"Where were were you going?" Polly asked, and then regretted it because Marjorie looked stricken. "It"s all right," she said hastily. "You needn"t talk about it if you don"t want to." She looked over at the lifts. "I can"t imagine what"s taking Doreen so long with the water. I"ll go see what"s keeping her." you going?" Polly asked, and then regretted it because Marjorie looked stricken. "It"s all right," she said hastily. "You needn"t talk about it if you don"t want to." She looked over at the lifts. "I can"t imagine what"s taking Doreen so long with the water. I"ll go see what"s keeping her."
"Thank you. Did your friend find you?"
Polly froze. "My friend?"
"Yes. She came the day you were gone. Eileen O"Reilly-"
Merope. They"d sent Merope. Of course. She not only knew Polly, she knew the historical period. But how ironic. While Merope"d been here looking for her, she"d been up in Backbury looking for her her. "She said you were at school together," Marjorie said.
At school. "We were," Polly said. "She came in the Sat.u.r.day I was gone?" That had been nearly four weeks ago.
"Yes. I told her you"d be back on Monday," Marjorie said. "Didn"t she come in?"
"No. What else did she say?"
"She asked if you worked here, and I said yes, and she asked where she could find you."
"What did you tell her?"
"She was so anxious to contact you, I told her you"d gone to Northumbria to visit your mother."
And Merope, hearing the explanation the lab had them use to cover their disappearance at the end of an a.s.signment, must have concluded she"d already gone back through to Oxford, and that was the reason Merope hadn"t come back on Monday.
"She gave me her address," Marjorie said, "but I"m afraid I haven"t got it. I"d put it in my pocket, and when they rescued me, they had to cut my clothes off because of all the blood... The nurse said they had to be discarded."
"And you don"t remember the address?"
"No," she said, looking stricken again. "It was in Stepney. Or Sh.o.r.editch. Somewhere in the East End. I only glanced at it, you see. I intended to give it to you on Monday morning. I remember where she said she works, though."
"Works?" Polly said bewilderedly.
"Yes, because it"s here on Oxford Street, too. Padgett"s."