15Number 3 ACCS, Brandhoek, Saturday, 18 August 1917
Lucy entered the tent that was the matrons’ office, but hesitated when she saw Matron Morgan sitting behind the desk, writing in a ledger. ‘I’m looking for Matron Kenny. Do you know where she is?’
‘She’s ill,’ Matron Morgan said, then lifted her head. ‘Oh, it’s you, Paignton-Fox.’ She sat back, her eyes wide with surprise. ‘You’re filthy, a disgrace. Go and get cleaned up at once. You’re on duty in…’ she checked her watch, ‘fifty minutes. I’ll see you when you’re presentable. What did you want to see Kenny about anyway?’
Lucy was tempted to leave without saying anything, but she had to report Lex’s death. ‘Sister Spence. She’s been killed.’
‘Killed? What do you mean, killed? How?’ The matron raised her head, her eyes blazing.
Lucy s
