by Kitty Neale
They finally turned into Euston station and in his haste to keep track of Dolly, Derek almost threw his fare at the driver, hurrying into the station in time to see her heading for the ticket office. This wasn’t right, he was sure of it, and increasing his pace, Derek grabbed her arm.
She jumped like a startled rabbit, her eyes wide. ‘Derek, what are you doing here?’
‘I’m trailing you, Mrs D, and I’d like to know where you’re taking Pearl’s baby.’
‘Er … well … it’s like this,’ Dolly said, her eyes now darting from side to side as she obviously fought for words. ‘Pearl has decided to come with us, and … and she stayed behind to supervise the removals. I … I’m going on ahead, and taking Johnny with me. Pearl and Bernie will travel later.’
Derek cocked his head. She was lying, he was sure of it. ‘Do you mind if I ring the café to check this out?’
‘Don’t be ridiculous. Now get out of my way. I have a train to catch.’
‘No, Mrs D, until I’ve had a word with Pearl, you ain’t going anywhere.’
‘How dare you? Let go of my arm!’
Her yell startled Johnny and he began to squall, but still Derek held on. There was a shout, the sound of running footsteps, Derek still refusing to let go as three policemen surrounded them. He had no idea how they had come to Dolly’s rescue so quickly, but as he loosened his grip on her arm, she tugged it away. Dolly then turned to run, but one of the constables barred her path.
‘Mrs Dolby?’ he asked.
‘No, I’m not Mrs Dolby,’ she protested.
‘Yes she is,’ Derek said loudly.
Another officer appeared, this one female and, moving to Dolly, she said firmly, ‘Give me the child.’
‘No,’ Dolly snapped.
The policewoman endeavoured to pull Johnny from Dolly’s arms, but she shrieked, clutching him to her. ‘No! No, leave him alone. He’s my baby, my son! You can’t take him!’
A tussle ensued, a male officer joining in, and soon they were surrounded by a crowd, all watching the scene with avid interest. ‘Help me,’ Dolly yelled, her eyes frantic with appeal. ‘They’re trying to take my baby.’
No-one moved forward to help, and at last the male officer was able to pull Johnny, kicking and screaming, from her grasp. Her arms empty, Dolly went mad. She reared like an angry bull, lashing out at the policeman, her fist connecting with his nose. Derek heard his ‘oomph’ of pain, but the man had the presence of mind to turn away, shielding Johnny in his arms before passing him to the policewoman.
‘That’s enough, missus!’ another officer shouted, trying to pin Dolly’s arms.
‘Get off me!’ she screamed, her strength amazing as she shook him off.
With the help of his colleagues, the policeman tried again, this time managing to cuff her, yet still she fought, kicking out with her legs.
Derek’s legs had felt glued to the spot, but at last he moved. ‘Mrs D! Stop! This isn’t doing any good.’
Maybe it was his voice that penetrated Dolly’s fury – Derek didn’t know, – but suddenly her struggles ceased. Johnny was still screaming, his face red, nose running, but seeing his grandmother, he held out his arms towards her in appeal.
Sobbing, Dolly tried to move forward, but was held tightly, one of the officers calling, ‘Get that kid out of here.’
The policewoman nodded, hurrying away. ‘Kevin! Kevin!’ Dolly screamed in anguish, but as they went out of sight, her legs folded and she collapsed.
Why had Dolly said the baby was her son? Why had she called him Kevin? Derek moved forward, appalled to see her suddenly convulsing, foam forming on her lips. She looked mad, rabid. ‘She’s having a fit – she needs help.’
The constables were kneeling by her side, but one looked up, ‘Don’t worry, sir, she’ll be taken care of.’ He then rose to his feet, leaving his colleagues to attend to Dolly. ‘We’ll need to take a statement from you.’
‘What about the baby?’
‘He’ll be returned to his mother.’
Derek nodded. Yes he’d give a statement, but judging by the look of Dolly, they wouldn’t get much out of her.
When the telephone rang, Bernie hurried out to the hall to answer it, returning with a wide smile on his face.
‘It’s good news, love,’ he said, moving to wrap an arm around Pearl’s shoulder. ‘They’ve found Dolly. She was at Euston station, and Derek was with her.’
‘Derek! What was he doing there?’
‘I dunno, love.’
‘And Johnny?’
‘He’s been seen by a doctor and he’s fine. He’s being driven here as we speak. Dolly had some sort of fit, and I’ve got to go and see her. Oh yes, and the police want to know if you’re going to press charges.’
Pearl flew from the room, dashing downstairs and outside to wait for the police car. Her eyes flicked the street anxiously, just wanting it to arrive, to hold Johnny in her arms.
After a few minutes a costermonger came to her side. ‘Have they found him, love?’ he asked.
‘Yes,’ Pearl said, but her eyes were still on the road.
‘That’s good.’
Pearl hardly heard the man as she saw a police car approaching. She dashed forward as it drew into the kerb, a policewoman climbing out. She was holding Johnny, and Pearl’s heart soared. He’d been crying, his eyes red and his nose caked with mucus, but his arms went out when he saw her, a smile now lighting his face. Pearl took him, holding her son closely, her eyes once again filling with tears, but this time of joy.
Johnny lay against her for a moment, but then struggled, pushing back, his eyes now darting curiously around the market and the crowd that had gathered. One of the costermongers stepped forward, patting the boy on the head. ‘I’m glad you’ve got him back, love.’
Pearl smiled her thanks, but then the policewoman said, ‘We’ll need to talk to you.’
As they went inside, Pearl asked, ‘Please, can you tell me how Derek Lewis was involved in this?’
‘From what he told us, it appears that he followed your mother-in-law, and it was lucky he did. He was able to hold her up until we got there, preventing her from catching a train.’
‘He did! Oh, I must thank him.’
They stepped into the living room, everyone crowding around Pearl,
‘Mrs Dolby, we need to know if you intend to press charges against your mother-in-law,’ the officer said.
‘Please, I’ve only just got my son back. Can it wait?’
The policewoman looked doubtful for a moment, but with so many people in the room she nodded. ‘All right, we’ll come back in an hour.’
As the constable left, the others all made a fuss of Johnny for a while, but as they moved away Pearl saw Miss Rosen hovering in the background. She again wondered what had brought the woman here, but at the moment all she wanted was to hold her son, to keep him close and never let him out of her sight again.
‘Look, I’ve got to go, love. What they said about Dolly is worrying me and I need to see how she is,’ Bernie said.
Pearl’s lips tightened, but Bessie broke in and didn’t give her a chance to speak. ‘And we’ll go back to the shop,’ she said. ‘Come on, Pearl, you don’t want to stay here. What about you, Miss Rosen, would you like to join us?’
‘Emily, please call me Emily, and thank you, but no. I think that Pearl has been through enough today. If it’s all right, I’ll come back tomorrow.’
‘Yeah, do that, love,’ Bessie said.
She moved to Pearl. ‘We’ll talk tomorrow, my dear.’
‘Yes, all right.’ But then Johnny started to cry, Pearl distracted as she comforted him.
When he quietened, there was only one thing uppermost in Pearl’s mind. The police would be back for her decision. Did she want to prosecute Dolly?’
Chapter Forty-One
When they arrived at the shop, all trooped upstairs, Pearl immediately asking Bessie’s opinion. ‘Do you think I should press charges against
Dolly?’
‘From what Bernie said, it seems that Dolly’s had some sort of fit. She must have been mad to think she’d get away with kidnapping your baby, but I can’t advise you, love. It’s got to be your decision.’
Pearl chewed on her bottom lip. Dolly had tried to kidnap her son. Now her relief at getting Johnny back was replaced by anger. Fit or not, Dolly would recover. She’d bounce back as she always did. ‘If I let her get away with it I’ll have to spend years looking over my shoulder in case she tries it again.’
‘I don’t think even Dolly would be daft enough to do that. Come on, you’ve been through enough and let’s forget it for now. I’ll make us all a cup of tea and, by the look of you, you could do with one.’
Bessie bustled off, and Nora began to amuse Johnny, pulling her usual faces whilst Pearl’s mind continued to churn. She couldn’t forget it. The police would be back soon for her answer. She couldn’t let Dolly get away with it. She’d have to press charges.
In the end it was Bernie who stayed Pearl’s hand. Dolly was ill, he said, when he came to see them. Her mind was unhinged. Pearl saw the deep sadness in her father-in-law’s eyes as he spoke.
‘I should have realised she wasn’t quite right, Pearl, but now she seems to have lost it completely. Maybe those tranquilliser pills the doctor prescribed held it off, but she must have stopped taking them. She’s raving, Pearl. She thinks that Johnny is Kevin and that the police were taking him away from her.’
Confused, Pearl shook her head, but Bernie continued, ‘I had to speak to a psychiatrist and he asked me lots of questions. I told him about Kevin and then he spouted bloody theories that Dolly couldn’t face up to what Kevin had done, or losing him to a prison sentence. He said the catalyst must have occurred when the police snatched Johnny. His theory was that Dolly slipped back to a time when Kevin was a baby, and that her mind couldn’t cope with losing him twice.’
Pearl sighed heavily. ‘I suppose it makes some sort of weird sense. Did you have to give permission for her to be sectioned?’
‘Yes, but even if I’d refused, it would have been taken out of my hands. Anyway, seeing the state Dolly’s in, it wasn’t a hard decision. She needs help, a lot of help, and at the moment a psychiatric hospital is the best place for her.’
‘What will you do now, Bernie?’
‘I dunno, love. With the café being in Dolly’s name, I couldn’t halt the sale, but I’ll stay around here. The psychiatric unit is in Tooting, and I want to be close by.’ He rose to his feet. ‘Anyway, I’d best be off to sort to find myself a bed for the night. Can I pop in to see the nipper now and again?’
‘Yes, of course you can,’ Pearl said, her heart going out to Bernie. He looked awful. With his shoulders stooped, suddenly he was like an old, old man.
‘Thanks, Pearl.’
As Bernie left, she slumped back and closed her eyes, feeling mentally drained.
‘Are you all right, Pearl?’ Bessie asked.
‘I’m just tired.’ Pearl said, forcing her eyes open again. It was only five o’clock, but felt much later.
There was another knock on the door.
‘Bloody hell, what now?’ Bessie said as she went to answer it.
Bessie returned with Derek behind her and Pearl rose swiftly to her feet. ‘Oh, Derek, I was going to come to see you, to thank you. How did you know what Dolly was up to?’
‘I didn’t, but it seemed odd that she was going off with your baby. I followed her, and I’m glad I did.’
‘Me too,’ Pearl said, impulsively giving him a hug.
His arms tightened around her and she leaned against him, feeling his strength. This man had stopped Dolly from kidnapping her son. Tears of gratitude filled her eyes. ‘I … I can’t thank you enough.’
‘It was nothing, love, and anyway, the police weren’t far behind me.’
‘Hark at him, playing it down,’ Bessie chuckled. ‘From what we heard you held on to Dolly until they arrived. I reckon you deserve a medal.’
Pearl was still in his arms, but before drawing away she heard words said almost under his breath: ‘Sod a medal, I’d rather have Pearl.’
She pretended she hadn’t heard, but her mind reeled with confusion. Derek still loved her, still wanted her, and as she looked up at his face she realised that she cared for him too, maybe more than cared.
‘I’ve got to go, Pearl,’ he said. ‘I’m due at the gym.’
‘Yes, of course. I … I’ll show you out.’
Derek called goodbye to the others, and then Pearl led him downstairs. She paused before opening the door. ‘Are … are you still seeing that woman?’
‘No, love, it didn’t work out.’
‘Oh, I’m sorry.’
‘Is there any chance for me, Pearl?’
She wanted to say yes, but held back. She felt something for Derek, but was it love? He held none of the passion that she had felt for Kevin, but there was something, like a seed that had been planted yet needed water to flourish. ‘I don’t know, Derek. Maybe, but so much has happened and I don’t think I’m ready for another relationship. Perhaps if you give me a little more time and then ask again …’
‘I’ll wait, Pearl,’ he said eagerly. ‘You can have all the time in the world, and I’ll still be waiting.’
He looked like a big, soft bear and Pearl had to smile. She stood on tiptoe, giving him a swift kiss. ‘Thanks, Derek.’ Then impulsively she added, ‘And … and I don’t think I’ll keep you waiting for long.’
It was as though a light had switched on inside Derek’s eyes and they glowed with happiness as he looked at her. He grinned, and Pearl found herself grinning back. His wasn’t a handsome face, but suddenly Pearl loved it.
‘When things have calmed down, come round to see me. Maybe in a week or two.’
‘Wild horses couldn’t keep me away,’ Derek smiled, and as Pearl finally opened the door he stepped outside. ‘Take care, love, and if you need me before then, you know where I am.’
Pearl was smiling as she closed the door, walked back upstairs and into the living room.
Bessie said, ‘Right, let’s hope that’s the last caller. I can’t face cooking a meal so me and Nora are off to get some fish and chips.’
‘I’ll get them,’ Pearl said.
‘No, love, we’ll go, but it’s nice to see you smiling again. That Derek’s a smashing bloke.’
‘Yes, he is,’ Pearl agreed.
‘You could do worse.’
‘I know,’ Pearl said, but this time she wasn’t going to rush it. She had learned her lesson, and would take things slowly. Yes, she cared for Derek, but didn’t know if it would grow into love. It wouldn’t be fair to give him false hope, and she’d have to tell him that from the start, but it would be nice to go out with him again.
When Bessie and Nora returned, they sat around the table to eat, Nora’s portion the first to disappear from her plate. She then got up, moving across to play with Johnny, whilst Bessie said, ‘That woman who turned up today – it’s a bit strange really, but with so much going on I’ve only just realised where I’ve seen her before.’
‘Miss Rosen was my art teacher during my last year in the orphanage. I must admit I was surprised to see her.’
‘She’s the one I saw in my vision, the one I told you about, who was sitting up in bed looking at your face in the newspaper.’
Pearl frowned. ‘I wonder what she wanted to talk to me about?’
‘Well love, you’ll find out when she comes back tomorrow.’
Pearl found herself puzzling about Miss Rosen for the rest of the evening, but it had been a fraught day and she was yawning widely by nine thirty.
‘I think I’ll have an early night,’ she said.
‘Yeah, you do that, love,’ Bessie agreed. ‘Me and Nora won’t be far behind you.’
Pearl took Johnny upstairs and, after changing his nappy, laid him gently in his cot. He gurgled, his smile wide as he held his arms up. Unable to resist, she
picked him up again. She held him against her fiercely for a moment, thanking God that Dolly had been caught, but then, yawning again, she put him back. He protested, so Pearl sat on the side of her bed with a hand through the bars, holding his until he went to sleep. She then lay down but, tired as she was, her mind was still restless, her thoughts again turning to Miss Rosen as she wondered why her old art teacher wanted to talk to her.
Chapter Forty-Two
When Pearl got up the next morning, she found Johnny soaking. He didn’t seem to mind as he gurgled happily to see her.
She tickled him under the chin. ‘Come on, darling, I think you need a bath.’
Bessie was up, but there was no sign of Nora when Pearl finally got her son bathed and dressed. He was starting to cry now, obviously hungry, so Bessie took him while Pearl went to prepare his bottle and rusk, something her son had taken to with relish.
‘Blimey, Pearl, he’s getting to weigh a ton,’ Bessie said when Pearl returned.
‘Yes, I know,’ she said, smiling fondly as Johnny’s mouth opened like a baby bird waiting to be fed.
‘Thank Gawd it’s Sunday,’ Bessie said, ‘’cos I don’t know about you, but I still feel worn out.’
‘I’m fine now, and just glad that Dolly didn’t get away with it.’
Nora appeared, hair sticking up like a brush, but she made straight for Johnny. ‘Me hold him, Pearl?’
‘Yes, when he’s finished his breakfast.’
It was a leisurely morning, but at eleven o’clock someone knocked on the door. ‘I’ll get it,’ Pearl said.
When she opened the door, Miss Rosen smiled, ‘Hello, my dear.’
‘Please come in,’ Pearl invited, thinking that the woman looked frail.
Emily Rosen followed Pearl upstairs, but after saying hello to Bessie and Nora, she said, ‘I’m sorry to sound rude, but would it be possible to talk to Pearl alone?’
