I arose early, ate a little breakfast, then fed and watered my horse, then said my farewells to the township and set off to thank Mynheer de Klerk. It was a pleasant morning and I enjoyed the ride, why would I not, I had a small fortune in uncut diamonds at my waist and the prospect of finding their source and becoming even richer.
The township and my unfinished business could wait until I was ready to return there, at the moment I had more pressing matters to attend to.
I rode over to Mynheer de Klerk’s place of business and knocked on the door, it was opened by a smiling Henrik, who I was pleased to see looked none the worse for his ordeal. I gave his Father my grateful thanks for sending men out to search for me, he replied, ‘You gave up your horse and canteen of water to save my son’s life, it was the very least I could do.’
‘I am delighted that Henrik made it home safe and sound, I would hate to think of him perishing out in the veldt. Now that we have the pleasantries out of the way, I have a little business to discuss with you, a little diamond business.
I noticed that the moment I mentioned diamonds I had Mynheer de Klerk’s full attention. I unhooked the pouch belt, opened it and slowly poured its contents on to the table. For a few moments the silence was overwhelming then Mynheer de Klerk asked, ‘What is it that you require from me, you have aroused my interest?’
I felt extremely flattered and slightly embarrassed by his compliments, I had never pictured myself in the guise of role model. But in a way he was correct, I was looking for someone with attitudes similar to my own and James certainly seemed to possess them.
I made a spur of the moment decision and decided to offer him the position, he was not perfect but he had shown a willingness to learn and he was by far the better of my applicants.
I enquired, ‘ If I offered you this position, have you somewhere to live in London?’ ‘I may have misunderstood, but I was under the impression that I would be residing at the surgery, have I made a dreadful mistake?’ was his concerned reply.
‘Not at all, I can get Mrs McGinty to sort out a room for you and you may have your meals with me, if that is not an inconvenience, but of course that will be taken from your salary,’ I stated.
‘I find that very agreeable, I made some enquiries about the price of rooms in London and I had thought that it might become a problem.’ he stated honestly.
‘Right! back to business, how would you feel if for starters I offered you a fifth of the net profit that the surgery makes, less your room and board, this is for an initial twelve months then I will review it. But please be aware that I do free clinics for the poor and needy for which the surgery receives no income,’ I wanted no secrets between us.
‘I do believe that you mentioned that fact in your advertisement, and I am all for it, everyone should have access to Medical treatment no matter what their income.’ he agreed.
Captain Albert Ball V.C. – British Ace 1896 / 1917
Albert Ball was born on the 14th of August 1896 at a house on Lenton Boulevard, Lenton, Nottingham. After a series of moves throughout the area the family settled at Sedgley in Lenton Road. His parents were Albert Ball Snr, a successful businessman who rose from employment as a plumber to become Lord Mayor of Nottingham, and who was later knighted, and Harriet Mary Page, his Mother. The young Albert had two siblings, a brother and a sister. His parents were considered both loving and indulgent. In his youth Albert had a small shed in the back garden, where he tinkered with engines and electrical equipment. He was raised with a knowledge of firearms, and conducted target practice in Sedgley’s gardens. Possessed of keen vision he soon became an crack shot. He was also deeply religious, however this did not curb his enthusiasm for such boyhood pursuits as steeple jacking. On his 16th birthday he accompanied a workman to the top of a tall factory chimney and strolled about totally unconcerned by the height.
Ball studied at the Lenton Church School, The Kings School, Grantham and The Nottingham High School before transferring to Trent College in January 1911, at the age of 14, as a student he displayed only average ability, but was able to develop his curiosity for all things mechanical. His best subjects were carpentry, modelling, music and photography. He also served in the Officer’s Training Corps. When Albert left School in December 1913, aged 17, his Father helped him gain employment at the Universal Engineering Works near the family home.
Following the outbreak of war in August 1914, Ball enlisted in the British Army, joining the 2 / 7th ( Robin Hood ) Battalion of the Sherwood Foresters ( Nottinghamshire and Derbyshire Regiment ). Soon promoted to Sergeant, he gained his commission as a second lieutenant on the 29th of October 1914. He was assigned to the training of recruits, but this rear echelon role frustrated him. In an attempt to see action, he transferred to the early the following year to the North Midlands Cyclist Company, Divisional Mounted Troops but remained confined to a posting in England. On the 24th of February 1917, he wrote to his parents, “I have just sent five boys to France, and I hear they will be in the firing line on Monday, it is just my luck to be unable to go.
He was a little hesitant at first, which I put down to nerves, but he soon relaxed and explained his reasons, both for becoming a physician and wishing to become my Junior.
His work at Medical school, of which he showed me some samples, was clear and concise, he was quite obviously conversant with the subjects dealt with. To me that showed interest in the subject and a willingness to learn, then two things I would insist upon in my Junior.
He also admitted his weaknesses and failings, he was totally candid with me a fact that I both respected and appreciated. Thus far I liked what he had to say.
I interrupted his flow of rhetoric to ask the question Why Whitechapel, why me? he appeared to pause for a moment to get his thoughts in order then stated, ‘Whitechapel is for the most part slum dwellings where pestilence thrives, Whitechapel needs dedicated Doctors.’ I liked what I heard, I sensed the touch of the zealot about him.
‘And me!’ I repeated, ‘Why me?’ ‘Because I have read and studied all of your dissertations in the Medical Press and you are the kind of forward thinking Doctor that I myself would seek to emulate, and I say this in all honesty, not to curry favour in any way with you.
My Father also swore me to secrecy about the mission that I was about to embark on, under no circumstances was my Mother to be made aware of our destination. To her knowledge Jock and myself were just travelling on horseback through France and Germany. I can’t pretend that I understood the reason for all this secrecy, but I would honour my Father’s wishes.
Once my Father was convinced of all the perils that could possibly befall us on our mission. He allowed me to contact Jock to see if he was prepared to join me. I stated that if he was in agreement I would brief him when he arrived at me home. Where he would be a welcome guest until we departed for our mission.
I received a communication by return that Jock was in, and he would be joining us later in the week, it appeared with this news that the mission was now definitely on.. We would leave as soon as Jock was briefed. It was summer in the Carpathians, the ideal time for what we had planned.
Jock came up with an interesting suggestion, why not take some explosives, say a couple of small kegs of gunpowder, so that if we found the creatures hiding place and destroyed it. We could then blow it back to hell from whence it came.
Both my Father and I approved the idea, we were planning on having a pack horse so the kegs would be of no inconvenience to us on the journey. And so it would appear we were all set to go.
‘I’m so sorry that you feel that way, can’t we persuade you to stay?’ she pleaded.’ There is nothing here for me now, I came back for you, but you obviously did not have enough faith in me, you were all that I thought about while I was away, what a waste of effort.’ I stated intending to hurt her as she and Maartens had hurt me.
Tears were streaming down her face, but I no longer cared, she had betrayed me and I was done with her, as for her husband I would settle with him in due course, in my own way. ‘Must you leave so soon,’ she pleaded,’ You have only just returned.’
‘Your husband has gambled away what little gold I had left, so I have no reason at all to stay in this place, I once thought of it as home, but no more, I will leave first thing in the morning, have a good life.’ I said with more than a trace of irony.
I could sense her struggling to piece together the words to make me stay, but she was too late, I was already walking out the door. I would return and deal with her husband in due course.
I walked my horse to my shack and tied him to the hitching post and walked inside, as I expected there was little left. I salvaged enough to fashion myself a place to rest, After serving three years with the Commando I didn’t need luxuries. I settled down and slept, once I had arranged my thoughts in some sort of order.
The following day I received a telegram, stating that he could make himself available on Friday, but it would have to be the afternoon as he had to travel down from Yorkshire. I telegraphed back, saying that Friday afternoon would be fine and I was looking forward to meeting him.
When Friday came around, I will admit to a little more than anticipation. If this young man lived up to my expectations, all of my immediate problems would be resolved. I instructed Jenny to show him through to me, the moment he arrived. I had no sooner issued the instruction, than Jenny ushered him in to my presence.
He was not quite what I had expected, he was tall, very softly spoken for a big man, but I think the thing that struck me most about his appearance were his eyes, they were the softest cornflower blue. And to me they appeared to be full of compassion and humour.
He had a good strong handshake and good eye contact, both of which to me spoke of confidence in himself. I liked him on sight, but obviously there was more than that to a partnership, but it was a promising start.
I offered him a seat, and asked him to tell me a little about himself, his experience as a Doctor and why he thought himself suitable to become my Junior partner.
Leutnant Josef Carl Peter Jacobs – German Ace 1894 /1978 Pt.2
Jacobs obtained his second victory, this time over a Caudron R.IV in January 1917. he achieved three confirmed and eight unconfirmed victories whilst at Jasta 22, where he remained until the 2nd of August 1917. He then transferred to Jasta 7 as Staffelfuhrer, on the 1Oth of September 1917 Jacobs shot down French Ace Jean Matton.
From early 1918 onwards, Jacobs began flying the Fokker DRI Triplane with Jasta7 and had his aircraft finished in a distinctive black scheme, with a stylised East Wind insignia on both sides of the fuselage. The Fokker DRI was his favoured aircraft until October 1918 and he used its manoeuvrability to his advantage, becoming the Triplane’s highest scoring ace with over 30 confirmed victories.
Jacobs victory tally slowly rose, until at 24 victories ( achieved on July 19th 1918 ) he was awarded the coveted Pour le Merite ( The Blue Max ) Jacobs remained with Jasta 7 until the armistice, his final victory tally was 48 aircraft and balloons. He tied with Werner Voss for fourth place amongst the highest scoring German Aces. Jacobs was the last remaining holder of the Blue Max when he died in 1978 aged 84.
Another week has passed, and I am beginning to feel dismayed that I may have to employ a Junior, who is at best a second choice. a choice forced on me by circumstances rather than by knowledge and ability. I can afford to wait a little longer, but the pressures of running a busy surgery are starting to tell on me.
Then on morning, out of the blue, another application, and just maybe my salvation. It was from a young man, James Cameron by name, who had just completed Medical School and by his own admission, although not at the top of his class he had not disgraced himself.
He further stated that he had strong religious convictions and felt an obligation, now that he was a trained physician, to render aid to those souls less fortunate than himself.
I rather liked his forthright manner, he came across as being totally honest, even at the cost to himself. He was honest about his accomplishments and also his weaknesses and did not appear to be trying to be something he was not, and he never once mentioned money. All of my other applicants had placed that first.
I replied to his application, stating that I would be pleased to interview him at his earliest convenience, and that he had aroused my interest. I just prayed that I would like the man as much as I liked his application.
According to Legend, the Vampire seeks out young virgin females, but I tend too think this is pure superstition. I think a blood starved creature would take sustenance whenever and wherever it were available and in what form.
The Vampire can be of either gender, which was the reason that my Father was so protective of my Mother, and even now after all this time, still has niggling doubts. Another thing that I was unaware of was that the Vampire could actually turn a victim in to one of its own kind. I found this information a little disconcerting.
This was disturbing information, I had been under the mistaken impression that we were seeking a lone Vampire. This may have changed to a Vampire with any number of acolytes. Although I wasn’t visualising an army of them, the thought of having to possibly dispose of several of them gave cause for concern.
I think the most important thing in this mission is to place our trust in each other and be very wary of strangers. However sincere and well-meaning they appear to be. We will be in a foreign country whose ways are very different to our own. They I believe are quite a superstitious people and may not totally understand our ways.
Whilst we are in the Twentieth Century, their roots are still firmly embedded in the past. A past of folk lore and superstition where strangers are still treated with suspicion, especially if they are foreign.