She had been delighted when he suggested that she accompany him to Finland; a delight compounded by the fact that for the first time he was treating her like a grown-up person. He now asked her opinion and deferred to her wishes in a way he had never done before. Diffidently she had fallen in with his wish that she call him by his given name and she was becoming accustomed to it.
However, the delight had been qualified by the presence of Diana Hansen who somehow destroyed that adult feeling and made her feel young and gawky like a schoolgirl. The relationship between Diana and her father puzzled her. At first she had thought they were lovers and had been neither surprised nor shocked. Well, not too shocked. Her father was a man and not all that old, and her mother had not been reticent about the reasons for the divorce. And, yet, she had not thought that Diana Hansen would have been the type to appeal to her father and the relationship seemed oddly cold and almost businesslike.
And there were other things about him that were strange. He would become abstract and remote. This was nothing new because he had always had that ability to switch off in the middle of a conversation which made her feel as though he had dropped a barrier to cut her off. What was new was that he would snap out of these abstracted moments and smile at her in a way he never had before, which made her heart turn over. And he seemed deliberately to put himself out to please her.
And he was losing his memory, too. Not about anything big or important, but about minor things like... like Thread-Bear, for instance. How could a man forget a pun which had caused so much excitement in a little girl? If there was anything about her father that had annoyed her in the past it was his memory for detail he usually remembered too much for her comfort. It was all very odd.
Anyway, she was glad he had invited her to go to the University to meet the man with the unpronounceable name. He had been hesitant about it, and she said, Why are you going?
Its just that I want to find out something about my father.
But thats my grandfather, she said. Of course Im coming.
It seemed strange to have a grandfather called Hannu Merikken. She sat before the mirror and contemplated herself, making sure that all was in order. Im not bad-looking, she thought, as she regarded the straight black eyebrows and the grey eyes. Mouth too big, of course. Im no raving beauty, but Ill do.
She snatched up her bag and went to the door on the way to meet her father. Then she stopped in mid-pace and thought, What am I thinking of? Its my father... not... She shook the thought from her and opened the door.
Professor Kääriänen was a jolly, chubby-faced man of about sixty, not at all the dry professorial stick Lyn had imagined. He rose from his desk to greet Denison, and shot out a spate of Finnish. Denison held up his hand in protest: Im sorry; I have no Finnish.
Kääriänen raised his eyebrows and said in English, Remarkable!
Denison shrugged. Is it? I left when I was seventeen. I suppose I spoke Finnish for fifteen years and I havent spoken it for nearly thirty. He smiled. You might say my Finnish language muscle has atrophied.
Kääriänen nodded understandably. Yes, yes; my own German was once quite fluent but now? He spread his hands. So you are Hannu Merikkens son.
Allow me to introduce my daughter, Lyn.
Kääriänen came forward, his hands outstretched. And his granddaughter a great honour. But sit down, please. Would you like coffee?
Thank you; that would be very nice.
Kääriänen went to the door, spoke to the girl in the other office, and then came back. Your father was a great man, Dr... er... Meyrick.
Denison nodded. That is my name now. I reverted to the old family name.
The professor laughed. Ah, yes; I well remember Hannu telling me the story. He made it sound so romantic. And what are you doing here in Finland, Dr Meyrick?
I dont really know, said Denison cautiously. Perhaps its a need to get back to my origins. A delayed homesickness, if you like.
I understand, said Kääriänen. And you want to know something about your father thats why youve come to me?
I understand you worked with him before the war.
I did, much to my own profit. Your father was not only a great research worker he was also a great teacher. But I was not the only one. There were four of us, as I remember. You should remember that.
I was very young before the war, said Denison defensively. Not even into my teens.
And you dont remember me, said Kääriänen, his eyes twinkling. His hand patted his plump belly. Im not surprised; Ive changed quite a lot. But I remember you. You were a young rascal you upset one of my experiments.
Denison smiled. If guilty I plead sorrow.
Yes, said Kääriänen reminiscently. There were four of us with your father in those days. We made a good team. He frowned. You know; I think I am the only one left. He ticked them off with his fingers. Olavi Koivisto joined the army and was killed. Liisa Linnankivi she was also killed in the bombing of Viipuri; that was just before your father died, of course. Kaj Salojärvi survived the war; he died three years ago cancer, poor fellow. Yes, there is only me left of the old team.
Did you all work together on the same projects?
Sometimes yes, sometimes no. Kääriänen leaned forward. Sometimes we worked on our own projects with Hannu giving advice. As a scientist yourself, Dr Meyrick, you will understand the work of the laboratory.
Denison nodded. What was the main trend of my fathers thought in those days before the war?
Kääriänen spread his hands. What else but the atom? We were all thinking about the atom. Those were the great pioneering days, you know; it was very exciting. He paused, and added drily, Not long after that, of course, it became too exciting, but by that time no one in Finland had time to think about the atom.
He clasped his hands across his belly. I well remember the time Hannu showed me a paper written by Meitner and Frisch interpreting Hahns experiments. The paper showed clearly that a chain reaction could take place and that the generation of atomic energy was clearly possible. We were all excited you cannot imagine the excitement and all our work was put aside to concentrate on this new thing. He shrugged heavily. But that was 1939 the year of the Winter War. No time for frivolities like atoms. His tone was sardonic.
What was my father working on when this happened?
Ah here is the coffee, said Kääriänen. He fussed about with the coffee, and offered small cakes to Lyn. And what do you do, young lady? Are you a scientist like your father and your grandfather?
Im afraid not, said Lyn politely. Im a teacher.
We must have the teachers, too, said Kääriänen. What was that you asked, Doctor?
I was wondering what my father was working on at the time he read the paper on atomic fission.
Ah, yes, the professor said vaguely, and waved his hand a little helplessly. It was a long time ago, you know; so much has happened since it is difficult to remember. He picked up a cake and was about to bite into it when he said, I remember it was something to do with some aspects of the properties of X-rays.
Did you work on that project?
No that would be Liisa or was it Olavi?
So you dont know the nature of the work he was doing?
No. Kääriänens face broke into a smile, and he shook with laughter. But, knowing your father, I can tell you it had no practical application. He was very proud of being a pure research physicist. We were all like that in those days proud of being uncontaminated by the world. He shook his head sadly. A pity were not like that now.
The next hour and a half was spent in reminiscences from Kääriänen interspersed with Denisons desperate ploys to fend off his inquiries into Meyricks work. After allowing what he thought was a decent time he excused himself and he and Lyn took their leave of the professor with assurances that they would keep in professional contact.
They came out into Senate Square and made their way back to the hotel along Aleksanterinkatu, Helsinkis equivalent of Bond Street. Lyn was thoughtful and quiet, and Denison said, A penny for your thoughts.
I was just thinking, she said. It seemed at one time as though you were pumping Professor Kääriänen.
Did it, by God! thought Denison. Youre too bloody smart by half. Aloud he said, I just wanted to know about my father, the work he did and so on.
You didnt give much back, said Lyn tartly. Every time he asked a question you evaded it.
I had to, said Denison. Most of my work is in defence. I cant babble about that in a foreign country.
Of course, said Lyn colourlessly.
I had to, said Denison. Most of my work is in defence. I cant babble about that in a foreign country.
Of course, said Lyn colourlessly.
They were outside a jewellers shop and Denison pointed. What do you think of that?
She caught her breath. Oh, its beautiful!
It was a necklace chunky, rough-hewn gold of an intricate and yet natural shape. He felt reckless and took her arm. Come on, he said. Inside.
The necklace cost him £215 of Meyricks money which he paid by credit card. Apart from the fact that he thought that Meyrick ought to pay more attention to his daughter he thought it would take her mind off other things.
Your birthday present, he said.
Lyn was breathless with excitement. Oh, thank you, Da... Harry. Impulsively she kissed him. But I have nothing to wear with it.
Then youll have to buy something, wont you? Lets go back to the hotel.
Yes, lets. She slipped her fingers into his. I have a surprise for you, too at the hotel.
Oh? What is it?
Well, I thought that now youre back in Finland you ought to become reacquainted with the sauna.
He laughed, and said cheerfully, Ive never been to a sauna in my life.
She stopped dead on the pavement and stared at him. But you must have. When you were a boy.
Oh, yes; I went then. He cursed himself for the slip. Carey had given him books to read about Finland; language was one thing but there was a minimum any Finn would know, expatriate or not. The sauna definitely fitted into that category. I tend to regard my years in Finland as another life. It was lame but it would have to do.
Its about time you were reintroduced to the sauna, she said firmly. I go often in London its great fun. Ive booked for us both in the hotel sauna for six oclock.