Victoria.
âWhy, itâs all been most unfortunate,â exclaimed Mrs. Clipp breathlessly. âHere we were, with a full itinerary, and enjoying London and all our plans made and my passage booked. Iâm going out to pay a visit to my married daughter in Iraq, Miss Jones. Iâve not seen her for nearly two years. And then what do I do but take a crashâas a matter of fact, it was actually in Westminster Abbeyâdown some stone stepsâand there I was. They rushed me to hospital and theyâve set it, and all things considered itâs not too uncomfortableâbut there it is, Iâm kind of helpless, and however Iâd manage travelling, I donât know. And George here, is just tied up with business, and simply canât get away for at least another three weeks. He suggested that I should take a nurse along with meâbut after all, once Iâm out there I donât need a nurse hanging around, Sadie can do all thatâs necessaryâand it means paying her fare back as well, and so I thought Iâd ring up the agencies and seeif I couldnât find someone whoâd be willing to come along just for the fare out.â
âIâm not exactly a nurse,â said Victoria, managing to imply that that was practically what she was. âBut Iâve had a good deal of experience of nursing.â She produced the first testimonial. âI was with Lady Cynthia Bradbury for over a year. And if you should want any correspondence or secretarial work done, I acted as my uncleâs secretary for some months. My uncle,â said Victoria modestly, âis the Bishop of Llangow.â
âSo your uncleâs a Bishop. Dear me, how interesting.â
Both the Hamilton Clipps were, Victoria thought, decidedly impressed. (And so they should be after the trouble she had taken!)
Mrs. Hamilton Clipp handed the two testimonials to her husband.
âIt really seems quite wonderful,â she said reverently. âQuite providential. Itâs an answer to prayer.â
Which, indeed, was exactly what it was, thought Victoria.
âYouâre taking up a position of some kind out there? Or joining a relative?â asked Mrs. Hamilton Clipp.
In the flurry of manufacturing testimonials, Victoria had quite forgotten that she might have to account for her reasons for travelling to Baghdad. Caught unprepared, she had to improvise rapidly. The paragraph she had read yesterday came to her mind.
âIâm joining my uncle out there. Dr. Pauncefoot Jones,â she explained.
âIndeed? The archaeologist?â
âYes.â For one moment Victoria wondered whether she were perhaps endowing herself with too many distinguished uncles. âIâm terribly interested in his work, but of course Iâve no special qualifications so it was out of the question for the Expedition to pay my fare out. Theyâre not too well off for funds. But if I can get out on my own, I can join them and make myself useful.â
âIt must be very interesting work,â said Mr. Hamilton Clipp, âand Mesopotamia is certainly a great field for archaeology.â
âIâm afraid,â said Victoria, turning to Mrs. Clipp, âthat my uncle the Bishop is up in Scotland at this moment. But I can give you his secretaryâs telephone number. She is staying in London at the moment. Pimlico 87693âone of the Fulham Palace extensions. Sheâll be there anytime from (Victoriaâs eyes slid to the clock on the mantelpiece) 11:30 onwards if you would like to ring her up and ask about me.â
âWhy, Iâm sureââ Mrs. Clipp began, but her husband interrupted.
âTimeâs very short you know. This plane leaves day after tomorrow. Now have you got a passport, Miss Jones?â
âYes.â Victoria felt thankful that owing to a short holiday trip to France last year, her passport was up to date. âI brought it with me in