Harold Jardine
left the Hospital and went straight to the Hotel; he had spoken to them earlier
and said he would stay another night.
He walked up to
the desk and said
“Hello, I’m
Harold Jardine”
“Are yes Mr
Jardine, how are you?” Julie Wilman said, “Fully recovered?”
“Just about yes,
thanks to my saving angel”
“Is it true you
had never met before?” she asked
“Yes, Though
technically I still haven’t met her” he said, and Julie looked at him blankly
“I have no
recollection of it at all, I only know of it by what the nurses told me, which
the paramedics had told them” he clarified
“Didn’t I hear
that she visited you at the hospital?” she queried
“Yes, twice” he
said “but I was sleeping on both occasions”
“Oh I see” she
said
“I am very
grateful for everything she did though, perhaps I could leave a note for her”
he suggested
“I’m sorry but
she checked out” Julie said
“Oh what a shame,
I would have really liked to have thanked her, thank you anyway” he said and
took his room key off the desk and turned away.
“She’s still on
the island though” she said, and he brightened then she added
“She’s staying
with friends in Spaniards Creek”
Which deflated
him again, it was a small village, but he couldn’t go door to door asking if
she was staying with them.
“I have the
address” Julie said and smiled
The next morning
he packed his bag and went down to reception where the tall willowy Julie Willman was standing.
“Good morning, Mr
Jardine”
“Good morning” he
said “I’d like to check out please”
When he had
settled his bill, he took an envelope from his pocket and put it on the desk
and said
“Can you please
make sure this gets to the members of staff who had to clean up after me”
“That really
isn’t necessary” Julie said “they were only doing their jobs”
“Nonsense,” he
insisted
“I will see that
it gets to the right people” Julie said “Thank you”
Harold Jardine owned and ran
the Cabot Town General Store/Post Office on St Giles du Cabot Island, but he
also owned the shop in Spaniards Creek, which was where he stopped first when
he reached the village, but his first port of call was St Pierre.
After leaving the
General Store he walked up Cliff Top Road to Cliff Haven.
He
knocked on the door and as
the door opened, he took a deep breath and did a double take when it was opened
by author Danny Nightingale.
“Oh erm I was
looking for Victoria Pullen” Harold said
“Well you’d
better come in than” Danny said stepping aside “She’s in the lounge”
“Oh hello”
Victoria said “it’s nice to see you fully recovered”
Then added “I
almost didn’t recognise you with your clothes on”
There was a peel
of laughter and then he said
“I can’t express
how grateful I am”
“It was nothing”
she retorted
“I have to
disagree on that,” he said almost forcefully “I would just like to give you
these flowers as a token of my gratitude”
“Oh” she said
“How lovely”
“It’s really
quite inadequate under the circumstances” he said.
“Perhaps I could
take you to dinner one night, to thank you properly, Saturday perhaps”
“Yes, that would
be lovely” she replied
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