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Post by skyman on May 10, 2009 23:09:32 GMT
Daniel gave the woman an appreciative smile, and took off his own jacket to wrap around the girl as well. "She'll come around. As soon as she does, she must be gotten out of the cold."
Perhaps Fate doesn't want me to see Don today, but instead brought me to help this girl. He would take the prison's refusal in stride, do what he could here, and return home to prepare for the interview and make further plans to contact Don, leaving a letter with his contact information if he could.
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Post by Idris on May 11, 2009 21:10:27 GMT
Another of the women scrutinised the girl’s face. “I never seen her before but she was walking up and down like she was on hot coals. Told the screw she had get in to see...I think it was her brother she said.”
The fat woman nodded in agreement. “She wasn't one of us old hands.” She looked round the others with a rueful smile, then pointedly back at Daniel. “New to it, like you sir.”
Meanwhile the prison officer was hovering round, uncertain what to do. He plainly believed Daniel to be of some importance for after a few moments he leaned over and spoke quietly.
“There is a place you could go sir, where our visitors...not the prisoners’ visitors you understand...if you would care to wait there sir...”
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Post by skyman on May 12, 2009 8:54:24 GMT
Dan nodded to the man, relieved that his semi-ruse had worked.
He turned back to the other visitors. "Can anyone take the girl home until she wakes up? I'd be happy to come check up on her after I get out of this place. And if there is a way I can deliver a message inside?..." He glanced back at the officer, knowing he wouldn't be able to sneak any messages in without permission.
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Post by Idris on May 15, 2009 20:58:36 GMT
The officer was becoming ill-at-ease. He shook his head. “I am sorry sir, but a prisoner is only permitted to communicate with their visitor. Now, sir, if you wish to...”
He gave a start as the girl suddenly sat upright. Her hand shot out and grasped Daniel’s coat, bringing her flushed face close to his.
“I have to warn him,” she gasped. “They’re going to kill him. George...they must be stopped!”
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Post by skyman on May 15, 2009 22:16:15 GMT
Daniel resisted the urge to push her away, and instead put a hand on her shoulder. "George... Slow down now, girl. What's wrong? Who's George, and who's going to kill him?"
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Post by Idris on May 18, 2009 22:26:01 GMT
The girl’s grip tightened on Daniel’s arm. Her wild eyes looked into his. Shivering so violently she could hardly speak she managed to force out the words.
“George....Foxwell....my....brother....going to tell them...tell them about the fire.”
Suddenly Daniel felt a hand on his shoulder. The officer was trying to attract his attention. Behind him stood a tall hawk-faced person in impeccable uniform, staring down at him with the coldest look he had ever seen on a man’s face.
“What is this Jenkins? A young woman taken ill? Get her inside immediately!” the newcomer barked at the unfortunate officer. “See that she is looked after. Poor girl, she is delirious.”
“You need not concern yourself sir,” he added to Daniel. “A doctor will be called. Please accept my deepest apologies for your wasted journey.” He didn’t sound in the least apologetic.
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Post by skyman on Jun 2, 2009 23:34:23 GMT
Daniel frowned. This new arrival did not seem one to be taken lightly. He doubted he could get into the prison now. At least the girl was being taken care of...
"Very well. But if you can, please do pass along the message to Donald McGregor that Daniel Evans will be here to speak with him soon."
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Post by Idris on Jun 4, 2009 20:53:18 GMT
As Daniel spoke, the girl’s eyes fixed on the hawkish man. Panic flooded her face, and she clasped Daniel’s arm tightly.
“Not with him,” she breathed, so low that only Daniel could hear. “Never with him. Don’t let them take me in there. Please...”
Daniel had experienced the delirium that frequently accompanied high fever, and had seen it often enough in others, but this girl seemed quite lucid. And the look she had bestowed on the newcomer - of whom she was so terrified - was one of recognition.
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Post by Idris on Jun 26, 2009 13:21:00 GMT
The wicket opened in the great gates of the prison and two warders came out. They hurried over to where the girl still clung to Daniel's arm and prised her loose despite her desperate pleas.
Without another word the cold-eyed man turned on his heel and followed them as they half-carried the struggling girl inside the prison. The door slammed behind them and Daniel was left on his own.
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