A Happy Meeting.

by betty Neels.

CHAPTER ONE.

the day had been warm for early October but now the sun was low on the horizon and there was a chilly breeze. The quiet country road running between the trees was full of shadows; in an hour or so it would be dusk. The girl sitting on the gra.s.s verge shivered a little and put her arm around the lean, unkempt animal beside her: a half-grown dog in a deplorable condition, the rope which had held him fast to a tree still dangling from his scraggy neck. It was when she had found him not an hour earlier and struggled to free him that he had knocked her down. She had fallen awkwardly and twisted her ankle, and getting herself as far as the road had been a nightmare that she was relieved to have done with. Now she sat, more or less patiently, hoping for help. Two cars had gone past since she had dragged herself and the dog to the road but although she had waved and shouted neither of them had stopped. She studied her ankle in the dimming light; it had swollen alarmingly and she hadn't been able to get her shoe off; there was nothing to do but wait for help, although, since the road was not much more than a country lane connecting two villages, there didn't seem much chance of that before early morning when the farm tractors would begin their work. "

"We may have to spend the night," she told the animal beside her, for the sound of her voice was a comfort of sorts, 'but I'll look after you, although I'm not sure how. " The animal cowered closer; she could feel its ribs against her side, and she gave it a soothing pat.

"It's nice to have company, anyway," she a.s.sured him.

Dusk had fallen when she heard a car coming and presently its headlights swept over them as it pa.s.sed.

"That's that," said the girl.

"You can't blame any one for not stopping..."

However, the car was coming back, reversing slowly until it was level with them and then stopping. The man who got out appeared to her nervous eyes to be a giant and she felt a distinct desire to get up and run, only she couldn't. He came towards her slowly and somehow when he spoke his voice was rea.s.suringly quiet and calm.

"Can I help?" he asked, and his voice was kind too.

"You're hurt?"

He stood for a moment looking down at her; a small girl with no looks, too thin, but even in the deepening dusk her eyes were beautiful.

"Well, not really hurt, but I twisted my ankle and I can't walk." She studied him carefully and liked what she saw. This was no young man out for an evening's ride but a soberly clad man past his first youth, his pale hair silvered at the temples. He was good-looking too, though that did not matter.

"I would be very grateful for a lift as far as Minton Cracknell; it's only a couple of miles along the road. I live there. "

"Of course, but may I look at your ankle first? I'm a doctor and it looks as though it needs attention."

He squatted down beside her, and, when the dog growled, put out a large hand for the beast to sniff.

"We must have that shoe off," he told her, and got out a pocket knife and cut the laces.

"I'm going to hurt you," he said, and did despite his gentleness.

"Good girl. Catch your breath while I get some bandage from the car."

He was gone and back again before she had had the time to wipe away the tears on her cheeks; she hadn't said a word while the shoe was coming off but she hadn't been able to stop the tears. He handed her a handkerchief without a word and said cheerfully, "It will feel much better once I've strapped it up. You will have to get it X-rayed tomorrow and rest it for a day or two."

He got to his feet.

"The dog is yours?" he asked.

"Well, no I I heard him barking as I came along the road and he'd been tied to a tree and left to starve; he accidentally tripped me up as I was freeing him. "

"Poor beast, but lucky for him that you heard him. Will you adopt him?"

He was talking idly, giving her time to pull herself together.

"Well, I don't think I can my stepmother doesn't like dogs but I can give him a bed and a meal and see if there's anyone in the village..."

"Well, let's get you home," he said kindly, and scooped her up with a word to the dog, who needed no encouragement but climbed into the back of the car after the girl had been settled in the front seat.

"He'll make an awful mess," she said apologetically, 'and it's a Bentley, isn't it? "

The man looked amused.

"I don't suppose there will be any lasting damage," he observed.

"Where do you live exactly?"

"If you go through the village it's the house on the right behind a high brick wall. It's called the Old Rectory. My father inherited it from his father; it's been in the family for years..."

She glanced at his profile."You've been very kind.""I'm glad that I happened to pa.s.s by. Miss...?""Preece, Cressida Preece." She added shyly, "You're not English, are you?"

"Dutch. Van der Linus Aldrik van der Linus." She said politely, "YourEnglish is quite perfect. Oh, here's the village."The narrow main street of the little place was empty; it was the hour of high tea and lights shone from windows as they pa.s.sed the small

houses lining it. "It's just along here, past the church..." The houses had petered out and the car's lights touched on the brick wall and an open gate. The drive was short, ending in a small sweep before a nice old house, not over large but solidly built. The man got out but before he reached the door it was opened by a severe-looking woman with iron-grey hair drawn back into a bun. She had a long thin face and sharp, very dark eyes, and she was dressed in a shabby dress under a white ap.r.o.n.

She looked at the man with a belligerence which he ignored.

"I have brought Miss Preece home," he told her.

"She has damaged her ankle. If you will tell me where her room is, I

will carry her indoors. I think there is no lasting damage but she should rest it for a few days."

The woman didn't answer him but brushed past him and out to the car. "Miss Cressida, what has happened? Are you hurt? You must get to your bed..."

The girl spoke matter-of-factly, "Moggy, dear, I'm quite all right, just sprained an ankle. Mother's not back?" There was a hint of anxiety in her voice, and the man, who had come to stand by the car, frowned.

"No, thank the lord. We'll get you indoors." Moggy heard a faint growl from the back seat and exclaimed "What's that an animal...?"

"A dog. Moggy. I found him tied to a tree. We'll have to hide him tonight and tomorrow I'll go to the village and try and find a home for him." Cressida undid her seatbelt.

"He must have a meal, he's starved."

"She'll not allow it. We'll get you to your room and I'll feed him and take him down to old Mr. Fellows and ask if he will keep the beast in his shed..."

"It might be advisable to get Miss Preece up to her bed," said the man gently, 'and since I gather the dog is not welcome here I'll take him with me. I'm going in to Yeovil; there's a good vet there. "

"A vet?" said Cressida sharply.

"He's not to be put to sleep..."

"Certainly not. And now, if I may, I'll carry you indoors and perhaps when we have you settled this animal might be given a small meal." And at her look of doubt, "I give you my word that he'll be properly looked after." He had spoken quietly but Moggy stood back without a word and allowed him to lift Cressida from the car and carry her into the house.

"Up the stairs," she told him gruffly, 'and down that pa.s.sage beyond the landing. "

He went up the wide oak staircase unhurriedly, carrying Cressida with no effort, and waited while Moggy went ahead of them and opened a door at the end of the pa.s.sage.

The room was small and plainly furnished and Dr. Van der Linus frowned again, for it seemed to him that it was a room suitable to a servant, not the daughter of the house. He laid her gently on the bed and stooped to take a look at the ankle.

"I suggest that you take a couple of paracetamol before you settle for the night," he observed, 'and be sure and get your doctor to come and look at it in the morning. He may wish to re-strap it and give you instructions as to treatment. You will need to keep off your feet for a few days but he will do what is necessary. " He stood looking down at her.

"Have you paracetamol? Take two as soon as possible with a drink."

He took her hand in his large one.

"A most unfortunate accident, but you will be quite all right again very shortly. And don't worry about the dog, I'll see that it comes to no harm. Goodbye, Miss Preece."

She didn't want him to go; a sensible girl, inured to accepting what life had to offer her, she wished very much that he would stay. But that, of course, was impossible; he was a complete stranger who had happened to turn up just when he was most needed. Then she thanked him in a polite voice tight with pain and watched his vast back go through the door with regret. At least the dog would be safe and her step mother had been away from home. She comforted herself with that.

Dr. van der Linus trod slowly down the staircase with Moggy leading the way. In the hall he stood still.

"You will look after Miss Preece? She is in a good deal of pain, but get her into bed with a warm drink and the paracetamol and she should sleep. Her own doctor will prescribe what he thinks fit." He smiled down at the severe face.

"Could I bother you for some water for the dog, and perhaps a slice of bread?"

And at her nod, "May I know your name?"

"Mogford Miss, but Miss Cressy always calls me Moggy, since she was knee-high." She went ahead of him.

"I've some soup on the stove; perhaps a drop of that would do the beast some good, then I'll go and see to Miss Cressy. "

She led the way into the kitchen and poured soup into a bowl and broke some bread into it.

"You won't be long?" she asked anxiously.

"Mrs. Preece doesn't hold with animals. It's a mercy that she's out... there'll be a fuss enough over Miss Cressy."

"Yes. I'm sure your mistress will be upset," observed Dr. van der Linus smoothly.

"Upset? Oh, she'll be upset, all right." She glanced at the clock.

"She'll be back in twenty minutes or so, you'd best hurry."

Dr. van der Linus's eyebrows rose but all he said was, "I'll be very quick. Shall I leave the bowl behind a bush for you to collect later?"

His companion nodded.

"Thank you for your trouble You've been most kind."

She shut the front door upon him and he went to the car, let the dog out while it ate and drank hungrily and then ushered it back in. He had driven a couple of miles and was almost at Templecombe when a car flashed past him. There was a woman driving. Prob ably Mrs. Preece, he reflected as he turned off the road to take the short cut to Yeovil and the vet.

That gentleman, roused from his comfortable chair by the fire, peered at the dog standing dejectedly on the end of its rope.

"My dear Aldrik, what on earth have you here?"

"A dog, John. I have acquired him from his rescuer who is unable to offer food and shelter. Found tied to a tree on the other side of Minton Cracknell."

"Want me to have a look? He's in pretty poor shape." He patted the dog's matted head.

"I didn't know you were over here. Staying with Lady Men-ill? You must come and dine one evening before you go back."

He led the way through the house and out again into a yard at the back to his surgery.

"How is the old lady?"

"In splendid form. Her years sit lightly on her." He heaved the reluctant dog on to the examination table, gentling him with a steady hand.

"Over here on holiday or doing some work?"

"Oh, a little of both. I've had a week in Edinburgh; I'm going on to Bristol to give a series of lectures and then back to London before I go home. "

"Well, dine with us before you leave. Molly will be disappointed if you don't. How about one evening next week? Any evening, take pot luck."

"I should like that. May I give you a ring?"

The vet was bending over the dog.

"He hasn't any thing broken as far as I can see. Half starved more than half and ill-treated look at these sores. Do you want me to get him fit, or...?"

"Get him fit, will you? I promised his rescuer; a dab of a girl with huge brown eyes."

John looked up.

"You say he was found near Minton Cracknell? That would be Cressida Preece. She brought me a cat a month or two ago--in a bad way, paid to have her cured of burns, quite nasty ones as a result of some lout tying a squib to her tail. She's still paying me, a bit at a time."

"And yet she lives in a pleasant house...?"