Chapter 25
St Cuthbert’s was an old hospital, a teaching hospital, quite good in its own right, but it was not the usual hospital to which those who worked for my division of NS3 were sent.
“I’m James Trevalyan,” I told the sister in charge. “You’ve one of my people here, Jeremy Tanner.”
“Ah, yes. Mr Tanner. He’s on the orthopaedic ward.”
“I want to see the doctor who’s handling his case, I want to know his prognosis, and I want him transferred to a side room.”
“Mr Bathurst is in theatre just now, Mr Trevalyan.” Her smile was chill, not reaching her eyes. She clearly wanted to know who I thought I was to be making such demands.
“Then you’ll have to send someone to fetch him, won’t you?” I bared my teeth in a smile that was equally as unfriendly.
“Problem here, Sister?”
“Mr Bathurst
