"Be right there. Offer her a cup of coffee. Tea, " John replied.
"I've wanted to meet her," Joanne said.
Barbara didn't reply.
There were two women in the living room. One of them was obviously Daphne Farnsworth, Royal Australian Navy Women's Volunteer Reserve, and Barbara's friend. She's not in uniform; I wonder why not, Joanne asked herself. Though Daphne looked damned unhappy at the moment, that didn't detract from her looks; she was a pretty young woman, with light-brown hair, hazel eyes, and that soft peaches-and-cream skin English women seem to have.
Or Australian women, Joanne thought. Same blood. I wonder why she's so unhappy? Or is that shame I see in her eyes? What's going on here?
The other woman was wearing what looked like a man's suit with a skirt, and she was old enough to be Daphne Farnsworth's mother. But Joanne was sure that wasn't the case.
"Daphne, this is Joanne Miller," Barbara said. "I've talked about her to you." Daphne Farnsworth, with effort, managed a smile.
"This lady is a policeman," Barbara said. "I'm sorry, I've forgotten your name."
"Constable Rogers," the woman said, unsmiling. "How do you do?"
"Won't you please sit down?" Barbara said. "Can we offer you something? Tea? Something to drink?"
"No, thank you," Constable Rogers said, but she sat down on the edge of the couch, her knees together, and rested her black purse on them.
That looks, Joanne thought, like a midwife's bag.
"Daphne, can't I get you something?" Barbara asked.
Daphne offered another weak smile and shook her head, no.
There was an awkward silence while they waited for John Moore to come in. It lasted no more than two minutes but seemed much longer. Still drying his hair with a towel, John Moore finally walked into the living room.
"Hello, Daphne!" he called cheerfully, and then he saw Constable Rogers and bit off whatever else he had intended to say.
"I'd heard you were hurt," Daphne said. "I'm glad to see you're all right."
"May I ask who you are?" Constable Rogers asked, rising to her feet.
"My name is Moore. Who are you?"
"I'm Constable Rogers-"
"Constable?"
"-and I am instructed to place Mrs. Farnsworth into the custody of Major Edward Banning, of the United States Marine Corps."
"Into the custody? What the hell are you talking about?"
"Can you tell me where I might find Major Banning? This is the address I was given."
"Major Banning is not here. I work for him. Will that do?"
"If you would, I'd like to see some identification, please , Constable Rogers said.
"Daphne, what the hell is going on here?" John asked, and then saw tears in Daphne's eyes.
He went into the bedroom and came back out holding his credentials in his hand. Constable Rogers examined them carefully.
"That will be sufficient, thank you," she said. Then she fished in her purse and came out with a form, in triplicate, with carbons, the whole thing neatly stapled together. "If you would be good enough to sign that, Sir?"
Moore took the form, glanced at it, took the fountain pen Constable Rogers extended to him, and signed his name in the block provided for SIGNATURE OF INDIVIDUAL ASSUMING CUSTODY OF DETAINEE.
Constable Rogers tore off one of the carbons and handed it to Moore.
"Thank you very much," she said as she neatly folded the rest of the form and stuffed it in her purse.
She turned to Daphne. "When you are finished here, Mrs. Farnsworth, if you will come to the Main Police Station, room 306, they will arrange for your transportation back to Melbourne." Daphne nodded but didn't say anything. With a curl of her lips she probably thought was a smile, Constable Rogers gave a nod to Moore and then to Barbara and Joanne and walked out of the living room.
"Daphne, what the hell is this all about?" John Moore asked.
"She called you Mrs. Farnsworth?" Barbara said.
"Yeoman Farnsworth," Daphne said softly, looking at Barbara and then averting her eyes, "has been discharged for the good of the Service."
"What?"
"I'm pregnant," Daphne said. "About four months, they tell me.
"Oh, my God!" Barbara said. "Steve?" she asked; and then a moment later, with horror in her voice, she blurted, "I'm so sorry I asked that."
Daphne shrugged. "Steve," she said.
"What's this... ? Who was that terrible woman?"
"Banning said Feldt would arrange for Daphne to come here," Moore explained.
"They came to where I was working," Daphne said. "Two policemen brought Constable Rogers. Then they took me to my room and let me pack a bag. And then they took us to the railroad station and put us on the train."
Goddamn Major Banning! Joanne thought.
"That's outrageous!" Moore said.
And what if you're in the family way, too, Joanne Miller? You didn't think about that, did you, carried away on the wings of love? Oh, God!
"They can't do that!" Barbara said furiously. "You didn't do anything wrong!"
"Oh, yes they can," Daphne said. "They read me the appropriate passages from the Emergency War Powers Act. Any citizen may be detained for ninety-six hours when it is considered necessary in the prosecution of the war."
"Damn them!" Barbara said.