Im glad you were able to come, he said. We have a problem, Doctor. Do you know a young lady called June Hellier?
Yes, I do, said Warren, economically.
Stephens waited expectantly for Warren to elaborate, but Warren merely looked at him. Swallowing annoyance, he said, Is she one of your patients?
Yes, said Warren.
What were you treating her for, Doctor?
There was a long pause before Warren said, That is a matter of patient-doctor relationship which I dont care to go into.
Stephens felt Pomray stir behind him. He said stiffly, This is a police matter, Doctor.
Again Warren paused, holding Stephenss eye with a level stare. At last he said, I suggest that if Miss Hellier needs treatment we are wasting time standing here.
She will not be requiring treatment, said Stephens flatly.
Again Pomray stirred. Shes dead, Nick.
I see, said Warren. He seemed indifferent.
Stephens was irritated at Pomrays interjection, but more interested in Warrens lack of reaction. You dont seem surprised, Doctor.
Im not, said Warren briefly.
You were supplying her with drugs?
I have prescribed for her in the past.
What drugs?
Heroin.
Was that necessary?
Warren was as immobile as ever, but there was a flinty look in his eye as he said, I dont propose to discuss the medical treatment of any of my patients with a layman.
A surge of anger surfaced in Stephens. But you are not surprised at her death. Was she a dying woman? A terminal case?
Warren looked at Stephens consideringly, and said, The death rate among drug addicts is about twenty-eight times that of the general population. That is why I am not surprised at her death.
She was a heroin addict?
Yes.
And you have supplied her with heroin?
I have.
I see, said Stephens with finality. He glanced at Pomray, then turned back to Warren. I dont know that I like that.
I dont care whether you like it or not, said Warren equably. May I see my patient youll be wanting a death certificate. It had better come from me.
Of all the bloody nerve, thought Stephens. He turned abruptly and threw open the door of the bedroom. In there, he said curtly.
Warren walked past him into the room, followed closely by Pomray. Stephens jerked his head at Sergeant Ipsley, indicating that he should leave, then closed the door behind him. When he strode to the bed Warren and Pomray were already in the midst of a conversation of which he understood about one word in four.
The sheet with which Pomray had draped the body was drawn back to reveal again the naked body of June Hellier. Stephens butted in. Dr Warren: I suggested to Dr Pomray that perhaps this girl was a diabetic, because of those puncture marks. He said there was sepsis and that no doctor would allow that to happen to his patient. This girl was your patient. How do you account for it?
Warren looked at Pomray and there was a faint twitch about his mouth that might have been a smile. I dont have to account for it, he said. But I will. The circumstances of the injection of an anti-diabetic drug are quite different from those attendant on heroin. The social ambience is different and there is often an element of haste which can result in sepsis.
In an aside to Pomray he said, I taught her how to use a needle but, as you know, they dont take much notice of the need for cleanliness.
Stephens was affronted. You taught her how to use a needle! By God, you make a curious use of ethics!
Warren looked at him levelly and said with the utmost deliberation, Inspector, any doubts you have about my ethics should be communicated to the appropriate authority, and if you dont know what it is I shall be happy to supply you with the address.
The way he turned from Stephens was almost an insult. He said to Pomray, Ill sign the certificate together with the pathologist. It will be better that way.
Yes, said Pomray thoughtfully. It might be better.
Warren stepped to the head of the bed and stood for a moment looking down at the dead girl. Then he drew up the sheet very slowly so that it covered the body. There was something in that slow movement which puzzled Stephens; it was an act of of tenderness.
He waited until Warren looked up, then said, Do you know anything of her family?
Practically nothing. Addicts resent probing so I dont probe.
Nothing about her father?
Nothing beyond the fact that she had a father. She mentioned him a couple of times.
When did she come to you for drugs?
She came to me for treatment about a year and a half ago. For treatment, Inspector.
Of course, said Stephens ironically, and produced a folded sheet of paper from his pocket. You might like to look at this.
Warren took the sheet and unfolded it, noting the worn creases. Where did you get it?
It was in her handbag.
It was a letter typed in executive face on high quality paper and bore the embossed heading: REGENT FILM COMPANY, with a Wardour Street address. It was dated six months earlier, and ran:
Dear Miss Hellier,
On the instructions of your father I write to tell you that he will be unable to see you on Friday next because he is leaving for America the same afternoon. He expects to be away for some time, how long exactly I am unable to say at this moment.
He assures you that he will write to you as soon as his more pressing business is completed, and he hopes you will not regret his absence too much.
Yours sincerely,
D. L. Walden
Warren said quietly, This explains a lot. He looked up. Did he write?
I dont know, said Stephens. Theres nothing here.
Warren tapped the letter with a finger-nail. I dont think he did. June wouldnt keep a secondhand letter like this and destroy the real thing. He looked down at the shrouded body. The poor girl.
Youd better be thinking of yourself, Doctor, said Stephens sardonically. Take a look at the list of directors at the head of that letter.
Warren glanced at it and saw: Sir Robert Hellier (Chairman). With a grimace he passed it to Pomray.
My God! said Pomray. That Hellier.
Yes, that Hellier, said Stephens. I think this one is going to be a stinker. Dont you agree, Dr Warren? There was an unconcealed satisfaction in his voice and a dislike in his eyes as he stared at Warren.
II
Warren sat at his desk in his consulting-room. He was between patients and using the precious minutes to catch up on the mountain of paperwork imposed by the Welfare State. He disliked the bureaucratic aspect of medicine as much as any doctor and so, in an odd way, he was relieved to be interrupted by the telephone. But his relief soon evaporated when he heard his receptionist say, Sir Robert Hellier wishes to speak to you, Doctor.
He sighed. This was a call he had been expecting. Put him through, Mary.
There was a click and a different buzz on the line. Hellier here.
Nicholas Warren speaking.
The tinniness of the telephone could not disguise the rasp of authority in Helliers voice. I want to see you, Warren.
I thought you might, Sir Robert.
I shall be at my office at two-thirty this afternoon. Do you know where it is?
That will be quite impossible, said Warren firmly. Im a very busy man. I suggest I find time for an appointment with you here at my rooms.
There was a pause tinged with incredulity, then a splutter. Now, look here
Im sorry, Sir Robert, Warren cut in. I suggest you come to see me at five oclock today. I shall be free then, I think.
Hellier made his decision. Very well, he said brusquely, and Warren winced as the telephone was slammed down at the other end. He laid down his handset gently and flicked a switch on his intercom. Mary, Sir Robert Hellier will be seeing me at five. You might have to rearrange things a bit. I expect it to be a long consultation, so he must be the last patient.
Yes, Doctor.
Oh, Mary: as soon as Sir Robert arrives you may leave.
Thank you, Doctor.
Warren released the switch and gazed pensively across the room, but after a few moments he applied himself once more to his papers.
Sir Robert Hellier was a big man and handled himself in such a way as to appear even bigger. The Savile Row suiting did not tone down his muscular movements by its suavity, and his voice was that of a man unaccustomed to brooking opposition. As soon as he entered Warrens room he said curtly and without preamble, You know why Im here.
Yes; youve come to see me about your daughter. Wont you sit down?
Hellier took the chair on the other side of the desk. Ill come to the point. My daughter is dead. The police have given me information which I consider incredible. They tell me that she was a drug addict that she took heroin.
She did.
Heroin which you supplied.
Heroin which I prescribed, corrected Warren.
Hellier was momentarily taken aback. I did not expect you to admit it so easily.
Why not? said Warren. I was your daughters physician.
Of all the bare-faced effrontery! burst out Hellier. He leaned forward and his powerful shoulders hunched under his suit. That a doctor should prescribe hard drugs for a young girl is disgraceful.
My prescription was
Ill see you in jail, yelled Hellier.
entirely necessary in my opinion.
Youre nothing but a drug pedlar.
Warren stood up and his voice cut coldly through Helliers tirade. If you repeat that statement outside this room I shall sue you for slander. If you will not listen to what I have to say then I must ask you to leave, since further communication on your part is pointless. And if you want to complain about my ethics you must do so to the Disciplinary Committee of the General Medical Council.
Hellier looked up in astonishment. Are you trying to tell me that the General Medical Council would condone such conduct?
I am, said Warren wryly, and sat down again. And so would the British Government they legislated for it.
Hellier seemed out of his depth. All right, he said uncertainly. I suppose I should hear what you have to say. Thats why I came here.
Warren regarded him thoughtfully. June came to see me about eighteen months ago. At that time she had been taking heroin for nearly two years.
Hellier flared again. Impossible!
Whats so impossible about it?
I would have known.
How would you have known?
Well, Id have recognized the the symptoms.
I see. What are the symptoms, Sir Robert?
Hellier began to speak, then checked himself and was silent. Warren said, A heroin addict doesnt walk about with palsied hands, you know. The symptoms are much subtler than that and addicts are adept at disguising them. But you might have noticed something. Tell me, did she appear to have money troubles at that time?
Hellier looked at the back of his hands. I cant remember the time when she didnt have money troubles, he said broodingly. I was getting pretty tired of it and I put my foot down hard. I told her I hadnt raised her to be an idle spendthrift. He looked up. I found her a job, installed her in her own flat and cut her allowance by half.
I see, said Warren. How long did she keep the job?
Hellier shook his head. I dont know only that she lost it. His hands tightened on the edge of the desk so that the knuckles showed white. She robbed me, you know she stole from her own father.
How did that happen? asked Warren gently.
I have a country house in Berkshire, said Hellier. She went down there and looted it literally looted it. There was a lot of Georgian silver, among other things. She had the nerve to leave a note saying that she was responsible she even gave me the name of the dealer shed sold the stuff to. I got it all back, but it cost me a hell of a lot of money.
Did you prosecute?
Dont be a damned fool, said Hellier violently. I have a reputation to keep up. A fine figure Id cut in the papers if I prosecuted my own daughter for theft. I have enough trouble with the Press already.
It might have been better for her if you had prosecuted, said Warren. Didnt you ask yourself why she stole from you?
Hellier sighed. I thought shed just gone plain bad I thought shed taken after her mother. He straightened his shoulders. But thats another story.
Of course, said Warren. As I say, when June came to me for treatment, or rather, for heroin, she had been addicted for nearly two years. She said so and her physical condition confirmed it.
What do you mean by that? asked Hellier. That she came to you for heroin and not for treatment.
An addict regards a doctor as a source of supply, said Warren a little tiredly. Addicts dont want to be treated it scares them.
Hellier looked at Warren blankly. But this is monstrous. Did you give her heroin?
I did.
And no treatment?
Not immediately. You cant treat a patient who wont be treated, and theres no law in England which allows of forcible treatment.
But you pandered to her. You gave her the heroin.
Would you rather I hadnt? Would you rather I had let her go on the streets to get her heroin from an illegal source at an illegal price and contaminated with God knows what filth? At least the drug I prescribed was clean and to British Pharmacopoeia Standard, which reduced the chance of hepatitis.
Hellier looked strangely shrunken. I dont understand, he muttered, shaking his head. I just dont understand.
You dont, agreed Warren. Youre wondering what has happened to medical ethics. Well come to that later. He tented his fingers. After a month I managed to persuade June to take treatment; there are clinics for cases like hers. She was in for twenty-seven days. He stared at Hellier with hard eyes. If I had been her I doubt if I could have lasted a week. June was a brave girl, Sir Robert.