by Janet Woods
Table of Contents
Recent Titles by Janet Woods from Severn House
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Recent Titles by Janet Woods from Severn House
AMARANTH MOON
BROKEN JOURNEY
CINNAMON SKY
THE COAL GATHERER
EDGE OF REGRET
HEARTS OF GOLD
LADY LIGHTFINGERS
MORE THAN A PROMISE
PAPER DOLL
SALTING THE WOUND
SECRETS AND LIES
THE STONECUTTER’S DAUGHTER
STRAW IN THE WIND
TALL POPPIES
WITHOUT REPROACH
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SECRETS AND LIES
Janet Woods
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Woods, Janet, 1939–
Secrets and lies.
1. English – Australia – Fiction. 2. Family secrets –
Fiction. 3. Love stories.
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Welcome
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Latest and much loved addition to my family.
Arrived on earth
June 2011
One
Poole, Dorset
Esmé Carr adjusted the pleated knee-length skirt of her dress and cast a critical glance over the portions of her body reflected in the small mirror held by her room-mate, Minnie James.
‘It’s not too short, is it?’
‘It will be if Matron sees it.’ Minnie set the mirror back on the chest of drawers. ‘Pale pink looks good on you, and I like the crystal beading. You’ve got long legs to show off.’ She sighed, ‘I wish they were mine . . . your hair, as well.’
Drawing a brush through her brown curly bob, Esmé laughed. ‘Funny . . . I always wanted to be a blue-eyed blonde, like you, and you have lovely fair skin to go with it. It’s a pity we couldn’t do a swap now and again.’ Stretching her lips into an oval, Esmé outlined them in light rose to match her nails, and then rubbed them together. It felt good to be out of her starched uniform and be able to dress up. ‘Chad was quite taken with you when he met you. I do wish Matron had allowed you to come.’
Minnie blushed. ‘Oh, don’t be silly, Esmé. Chad isn’t interested in me. He has his training to do and it takes years to become a doctor. I was flirting with him, that’s all. He’s so sweet, dependable, and too stodgy for me, like a favourite teddy bear. Besides, I want to go to Australia.’
Esmé was sceptical. ‘We’re in the middle of a depression.’
‘There’s always work for nurses,’ Minnie scoffed. ‘Come to Australia with me.’
‘What about my family? I promised Chad I’d work for him after he’s fully trained.’
‘We don’t have to stay abroad forever. It would be like a long holiday with a sea voyage at either end. Think of all that sunshine and the beaches, and lounging on the deck between ports, while the crew lust after us.’
It sounded tempting, if the end bit was left off. Esmé had no intention of being gossiped about, and she doubted if Minnie would enjoy it, either.
‘To be honest, I’ll be relieved when my brother finishes medical school.’
And not least because her twin had dominated her life since they’d spent several years in a London orphanage together. He’d taken on the job of being her protector then, and it had become a habit. Between Chad, her brother-in-law, sister, and the matron, sometimes Esmé felt managed, as though she had no mind of her own.
She rolled her stockings up and attached them to the suspenders dangling from her garter belt. ‘Seams straight?’
‘Perfectly. Are those stockings silk?’
‘They are. They were a Christmas present from my sister. There’s another pair in my drawer if you want to borrow them.’
‘Don’t tempt me.’ Minnie opened the cupboard door. ‘Wedge heels or T-strap?’
‘T-strap.’ Esmé pulled on her coat, hat and scarf then thrust her feet into a pair of silver shoes that Minnie dusted off and held out to her. ‘What’s the time?’
‘Time you were gone. You know how punctual Dr Elliot usually is.’
‘Only too well.’ Picking up her bag Esmé headed for the door.
‘Have a nice time,’ Minnie called after her. ‘Think of me swotting away for my midwifery exam while you’re sweeping all the young men off their feet on the stroke of New Year.’
Esmé grimaced. ‘It will mostly be older men. I might be able to find one for Matron.’
Minnie giggled. ‘He would have to be a hero. She told me I should have paid more attention to the lectures, and if I fail the exam a second time I won’t be given another chance.’ She shrugged. ‘That would be a pity, because I love delivering babies, and that’s what I wanted to specialize in. They’re so sweet and helpless. I suppose somebody has to be on duty and look after the patients over New Year, though.’
Esmé didn’t add insult to injury by telling Minnie the matron was right. All the same, she felt sorry for her friend.
Outside the nurses’ quarters it was cold. A silver crescent of moon was diffused in the misty air. Longfleet Road was deserted in both directions, except for a man on a bicycle. He rang his bell noisily at a cat padding across the road. Instead of running, the cat went into a crouch, and froze, forcing the man to divert. He swore as he turned the corner, the handlebars wobbling.
It seemed odd going home on a Thursday evening, even if it was New Year’s Eve, and it was an unaccustomed luxury to have the whole weekend off. She supposed her brother-in-law had pulled a few strings, and she felt guilty.
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bsp; The hedge outside the building across the road was rimmed by frost. From a lit window over a shop came the faint, catchy song of Ain’t She Sweet. Giving in to impulse, Esmé stood under the street light and did a tap dance to keep her feet warm. Perhaps she should have become a showgirl. She grinned as she thought of the scandal that would have caused.
When she was young she’d wanted to make dancing her career, and had imagined herself gracefully flitting across the stage on points, wearing a tutu, or leaping into the arms of a young muscled god. A year of dancing lessons convinced her she didn’t have the strength or dedication required. She wasn’t bad at tap though, and she enjoyed ballroom dancing.
If she couldn’t be a famous dancer, then she’d have liked to live on a farm surrounded by animals to care for. She’d thought of becoming a vet, but nobody had taken her suggestion seriously, not even her sister, Livia.
Chad had taken it upon himself to point out what she already knew . . . that they had no money of their own, and besides, they’d long ago decided that he’d be a doctor and she a nurse. Both were good, solid professions, and their sponsors, Livia’s first husband, the late Richard Sangster and her second, Denton Elliot, had provided the means to ensure they were educated properly to that end.
‘We can’t let them down now, can we?’ Chad had said, sounding horribly stuffy and responsible, and . . . well, as Minnie had said, slightly teddy-bearish. And she giggled at the thought.
She heard the sputter of the engine of her brother-in-law’s Morris Oxford and did several ragged pirouettes on the spot, thinking, Matron would give her a good dressing-down if she saw her.
She flopped into the seat next to Denton when he drew up beside her. ‘You’re late.’
‘Sorry, I had an emergency, so got myself a quick bath and shave at the hospital afterwards. I’ll only have to change into my dinner suit when we get home.’
Her nose wrinkled. ‘Ugh . . . no wonder you smell of carbolic soap.’
He grinned at her. ‘There are worst things to smell of. Why the hornpipe on the pavement?’
‘It was to keep myself warm whilst I waited. I also wondered what Matron would say if she saw me, and was hit by a sudden burst of rebellion. So I flirted with danger, found the nearest limelight and kicked my heels up a bit higher.’
‘It’s a gaslight . . . not lime.’
‘You’re being terribly correct. I’m going to stay out of your way tonight.’
‘I can’t help it, poppet. I’ve been conditioned since birth to be dogmatic.’
‘Woof,’ she said.
He suddenly remembered Minnie. ‘We’ve forgotten your friend?’
‘She failed her midwifery exam, so Matron wouldn’t let her come. She has to work on the mater ward and swot in her spare time.’
‘Is Matron that bad?’
‘She can be a bit fierce, but she has to be, I suppose. It will be nice to be out from under her eagle eye for a short time, and I’ve earned my belt buckle, at long last.’
Denton produced a bit of a smug grin. ‘You have your specialist certificates, as well. I’m proud of you Es. Matron turns out well-trained nurses.’
‘She’s diligent, I’ll give her that. My friend, Minnie, is a good practical nurse, and she loves the midwifery side. She finds written stuff a bit difficult. Most of us daren’t put a foot wrong with Matron, and sometimes, having you for a brother-in-law is a decided disadvantage. If I do something wrong she purses her lips, stares down her nose at me and then goes “tut-tut”, like a hen about to lay an egg. Then she says, “I wonder what our esteemed colleague, Mr Elliot, would say to that if he saw you.” As if you’d be interested when I dropped a kidney dish on the floor. You’re not interested, are you, esteemed colleague?’
Denton laughed. ‘Not in the least.’
They took the road that crossed the swampy area at the edge of the harbour, where the mist curled upwards to dew the windscreen. It was often misty there, but Denton knew the road like the back of his hand and he drove slowly, his eyes on the gravel at either side of the tarmac so they didn’t end up in the mud.
‘I should have stuck with dancing. I wanted to be Anna Pavlova when I was small.’
‘Who knew such dreams of fame gathered cobwebs in Esmé Carr’s sensible brain? In this day and age you’re better off working in a safe profession with long-term prospects.’
‘Do you think I’m too old to have dreams, Dr Denton?’ She had called him that when she was a child so she didn’t get him mixed up with his father, who was also a doctor . . . and she still did on occasion.
‘None of us are too old. I once yearned to be a train driver.’
He picked up speed when they were through the mist, smiling at what must seem like a ridiculous notion to him now. Then he surprised her with, ‘Sometimes I still get an urge to drive a steam engine. They make such a nice clacking sound on the rails. And I love it when I’m lying in bed and the whistle blows in the distance.’
‘I’ll buy you a clockwork train for Christmas, and a whistle to go with it. How’s Livia been keeping?’
‘When I rang her earlier to say we might be late, your sister was in a panic trying to decide between orange satin with coffee lace inserts, or burgundy lace with a handkerchief hem.’
‘I hope she wears the burgundy lace. It’s pretty, and it will match my outfit, so we’ll look good together.’
He laughed. ‘The mysterious logic of the female mind never fails to astound me, poppet. I just hope the caterers provide a decent dinner. I’m starving.’
Laughter bubbled from her. ‘Well, I can safely say your mind might work in mysterious ways but your stomach is predictable. I think it will be a cold buffet supper.’
He groaned. ‘I haven’t eaten since breakfast.’
‘While you’re changing I’ll dash into the kitchen and find something to keep you going. There’s bound to be some broth to heat up. And I’ll make you a ham and cheese sandwich.’
‘You’re a sweetheart, Esmé.’
She rummaged around in her bag. ‘I’ve got some humbugs if that’s any help. I know you can’t resist them.’
‘It will certainly give the blood sugar a boost. May I enquire how long they’ve been in there?’
‘No, you may not, but they’re not quite antiques. They’re still in the original bag, though they’ve melted into sticky blobs and the paper is stuck to them.’
‘A bit of paper bag won’t kill me. I’ve eaten worse.’
‘Really . . . what was worse than paper bag?’
‘I ate a fly once. It was during a riding lesson and I was out of breath. The fly flew into my open mouth.
‘Ugh!’ Shuddering she found the humbugs, popped one in his mouth and another in her own. The car was filled with the sound of sucking and slurping as they tried to outdo each other.
Esmé laughed first. ‘If only your juniors could see you now.’
‘If you don’t tell them, I won’t tell Matron about you.’
‘There’s nothing to tell; I’m totally boring.’
Denton chuckled. ‘Yes, well . . . you can’t help that, I suppose.’
They settled into a comfortable silence as they went through the crossroads at Upton and followed the headlights into the tunnel of light they made. Hedges grew tall on either side of them, reaching out with clutching hooked fingers.
Esmé was looking forward to the comfort of the Elliot home. ‘It seems forever since I last saw everyone.’
‘I’m pleased to say they’re growing like a crop of spring weeds, including you and Chad. I’m expecting great things from your brother . . . and from you too, young lady. You’re a good nurse, the cream of the graduates, I’m told, so try and forget all that dancing nonsense. Look on it as exercise rather than a career.’
There was a flicker of annoyance in her, squashed when she remembered that Denton had given herself and Chad a home. ‘I think I’m a little too old to train for ballet now, don’t you?’ She kissed his cheek, and laughed
. ‘Never fear, you darling fuddy-duddy, I’ll do what’s expected of me. I’ll become the ghost of Florence Nightingale herself, if that will help.’
‘Mmmm . . . just don’t hover around the patients with your lamp. We want to keep them alive, not frighten them into the next life.’
She gazed at his profile. Denton had been the nearest thing to a father that she and Chad could remember, and she loved him dearly. ‘Denton . . . did you ever regret taking the three of us on?’
He gave her a quick look. ‘Good gracious! What an odd thing to ask me. You do like putting a chap on the spot. What would you do if I said yes?’
‘Curl up and die.’
‘We can’t have that, can we, with you looking so pretty. If you want the truth, your sister became the love of my life from the very first moment I set eyes on her. It was on a train.’
‘Is that why you like trains?’
‘Could be. Livia was wearing an awful grey suit and a hat with drooping pheasant feathers. She was on her way to London to visit you and Chad. One of the feathers snapped, and I kept it with me all through the war to remember her by. You and Chad were part of the package.’
‘You’ve forgotten Meggie.’
He laughed. ‘No I haven’t. Who can overlook Meggie when she’s Livia’s daughter? And now we have the boys, as well. I was an only child, so I always wanted a big family to make up for it.’
‘Did you mind that Livia married Richard Sangster?’
He nodded. ‘I pretended not to, but it hurt like hell when she married Richard, even though he was my best friend. But I knew he was dying, and under the circumstances it felt mean to deny him some happiness by being churlish about it, and punching him on the nose. He did love Livia, and it was for the best.’
‘I liked Richard. He was so brave and jolly. Livia told me she loved both of you at the same time.’
‘Yes . . . she probably did. Livia has a soft heart.’
‘She loved you the most, Denton. She said Richard was a will-o’-the-wisp type of love that would probably have burnt out, but you were always her soulmate, and she knew you’d always be there for her.’
‘You make me sound awfully dull.’
