knickers sitting tidily on the floor in front of the sink. Philomena had a vision of the owner stepping out of them and leaving them there. Had she been alone? She had a sudden vision of sex with Dan. She didnât chase it away. She let it last as long as it wanted then washed herself, thinking again about Jonathanâs story, about Jonathanâs character, about what she felt about Anthony Dore in advance of ever having set eyes on him. She told herself to guard against pre-judging him, then went out in search of some breakfast.
She re-introduced herself to Major Jamesâ aide and asked if it would be possible to see the major for a few extra moments before she caught the train home. This was an untruth in the sense that it made it sound as if her train was imminent whenin fact she didnât intend traveling home immediately, but it wasnât a downright lie.
There was a mirror in the waiting area. She saw that her eyes still displayed the bright dilation of the grieving and the scared. Everyone must be familiar with that look through the war, and now, in the aftermath. Big eyes in shrunken faces. The points of light on the tips of her irises were pronounced that day. She realized Major James was watching her look at herself, a wary look in his eye. Was he sneaking about or had she been preoccupied? He ushered her into his office. As before, she sat on the creaky seat and he perched on the front of his desk, but then she saw that he changed his mind and took his seat the other side, as if the necessity had occurred to him to be more formal.
âThank you for seeing me again,â she said.
âIâm pleased that I am able to,â Major James replied, showing his practiced smile.
âThere is something that I meant to ask you yesterday, that I forgot to.â
âOh?â said Major James. âFire away.â
She steadied herself. âI received several letters of condolence from military sources,â she said. âOne of them puzzled me at the time because it referred to my fiancéâs death as a âcrime.ââ
âA crime?â asked Major James. âReally?â He was acting as if he didnât understand. âDid they elaborate?â
âNo.â
âThey shouldnât have written that. Whoever they were.â
Philomena ignored his oblique request for the identity of the writer.
âBut something did happen? Something unusual?â she asked.
He mused for a few moments. It was obvious that Philomena knew that something had happened. She hoped that he wrongly assumedâas she intendedâthat he knew who had written to her that Danâs death was a crime.
âThere was an unfounded allegation of a crime, made by a man who couldnât substantiate any of it. No evidence of a crime. No witnesses. Thatâs all.â
âWas there an inquiry?â she asked.
âYes,â said Major James. He winced and seemed to lose his nerve: âLook, I really canât tell you anything more.â
âWas it a crime or wasnât it?â
âIt was an accusation. Whoever wrote to you was out of turn in bringing it up. Iâm afraid that I am very pressed for time,â he said, rising suddenly from his seat.
âLet me tell you what I know,â said Philomena, also rising. âI shall be very brief. Please give me just one more minute of your time.â
âI have nothing to say except this,â said Major James. âPursue it and youâll end up in court.â
âPlease, just confirm for me, was there an allegation that my fiancéâs death wasnât at the hands of the enemy? Please!â
Major James paused, nodded several times to himself then once to her. She felt herself shiver. Last night Jonathanâs story had seemed slightly dream-like, but now it was solidifying.She said: âOne officer alleged that another officer had killed my fiancé?â
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