An hour later Dempsey phoned Lord Winfield for a third time in a short period of time. The old man was surprised to hear from him again.
"You said yesterday, that everything was alright with my daughter. Did anything change?"
"It was when I phoned you yesterday, but now I'm not so sure about it anymore". Shortly he started to fill the man in about Harry's condition.
"That sounds serious James".
"It is serious. I'll help her, but I don't know how. We are having one argument after an other. I promised Spikings to solve our personal problems before going back to the SI10, but at the moment the problems only become bigger and bigger. I'm afraid it will exploded in a way neither Harry or I want and then it'll be too late to solve anything"
"You are the best Harry have had in years" Lord Winfield really meant that. He liked James and he always wanted the best for his daughter. It had been so hard to bring up his daughter alone. He tried to but he always had the illusion that he had failed one way or an other.
"There is one thing I wanted to know right now"
"Okay, just ask"
"Is there something about New York that Harry hates?"
"Hates is not exactly the word I would have chosen in this context"
"I see
Why don't you two just come over to Winfield Hall?"
"Yeah, I think that would be a wise idea. We'll be there as soon as possible"
When Dempsey hang up the phone and turned around, he saw Harry standing on the bottom of the stairs.
"What did my father say?"
"That he would be happy to have you there"
"You asked him about New York, didn't you?"
"Yes, I did." and he told her exactly what her father had answered him.
"It's not New York in particular James. There is more, but I don't know what!" helpless she watched him walking back to her.
"Don't worry. We'll figure it out!"
One hour later they were on their way to see Lord Winfield. Dempsey tried to keep the conversation going, but Harry hardly said a word, so he stopped trying and started to concentrate on the road. When the car entered Winfield Hall, the front door opened and Harry's father walked down the steps.
"Harry my dear" he hugged his daughter and kissed her on the cheek when she left the car. "It's so good to have you here".
Then he took James's hand.
"Could to see you Sir" James walked to the back of the car to put the two bags out of the boot of the car, forgetting that he didn't need to do that because Lord Winfield had personal for that. He always seemed to forget that. He walked up the few steps after father and daughter who were talking about the weather.
"Do you want something to eat or drink?" Lord Winfield turned around to James.
"No Sir. I don't but Harry perhaps?"
"No, thanks daddy"
"You have hardly eaten in days Harry" Dempsey warned her.
"I'm still not hungry. If you don't mind I want to lay down for a moment".
"Of course sweetheart". Her father kissed her on the cheek again and saw his daughter walk away with a worried look on his face.
"Seems to me or she becomes slimmer and slimmer by the time" he acknowledged to Dempsey.
"Something is beaten her up. It all started yesterday evening. Before that everything was alright as far as I could see".
"Fill me in" They both walked to the library and took a seat in front of each other.
"That really sounds serious James. Maybe it would be wise to phone her doctor. The man knows her all her life so probably he could do a suggestion about her health"
"I thought about that myself already. That's the main reason that I brought her in here".
"You have done the right thing James. I only wished that my daughter would see it the same way too. But I'm afraid she wouldn't"
And Lord Winfield was right. When he and Dempsey later brought the subject up to Harry, she started to argue about it almost immediately.
"I don't need a doctor! I'm fine"
"No you don't"
"Yes, I am"
"Harry, you are not"
"Oh great, you are with him. Did you all figure that out already in London? Bringing me here and then force me to see my doctor. Was that the reason Dempsey?"
Could he say no now? Unfortunately she knew him too well. If he denied it now, the battle about it would continue for the rest of the day.
"A part of it" He took Harry's arm and forced her to sit down next to him.
"Listen to me Princess. We all know that there is something wrong with you".
She wanted to interrupt him but he continued: "Don't deny it Harry. Since yesterday evening you're acting wired. Your father said the same thing to me earlier and I think he knows you even better then I do".
Harry looked to the ground. She refused to look at her father or James. She knew they were right, but that both men practically took her life over and she hadn't had any control over it anymore, she hated that. And they both know it, that was what she even hated the most.
"Let me take my own decisions"
"You can't do that anymore Harry. You know that. Let us help you. You know I begged you once before and I'll do it straight away for a second time if that's necessary. But don't force me to do so..."
"Okay. Give him a call then" She knew how difficult for Dempsey to beg her that first time so let him begging her for a second time, and even that he wanted to do so, she knew that would be the end of everything.
"Good girl" James gave her a kiss on her cheek and looked up in relief to her father who picked up the phoned and called their doctor in.
That same night, Lord Winfield and Dempsey sat down in the library again. This afternoon the doctor visited Harry but, according to him, she was doing fine only on her physical level he had doubts about that.
"What happened last evening during the time that you went away? Did she see anything or read anything that could have upset her?" That was what the doctor asked him, but unfortunately Dempsey couldn't give an answer on that.
"Then we first have to find that out. I suggest, that's the solution to everything!"