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Chapters (51)
  1. Cover
  2. Also available by Conor Brady
  3. Dedication
  4. Introduction and Acknowledgements
  5. Prologue
  6. Chapter 1
  7. Chapter 2
  8. Chapter 3
  9. Chapter 4
  10. Chapter 5
  11. Chapter 6
  12. Chapter 7
  13. Chapter 8
  14. Chapter 9
  15. Chapter 10
  16. Chapter 11
  17. Chapter 12
  18. Chapter 13
  19. Chapter 14
  20. Chapter 15
  21. Chapter 16
  22. Chapter 17
  23. Chapter 18
  24. Chapter 19
  25. Chapter 20
  26. Chapter 21
  27. Chapter 22
  28. Chapter 23
  29. Chapter 24
  30. Chapter 25
  31. Chapter 26
  32. Chapter 27
  33. Chapter 28
  34. Chapter 29
  35. Chapter 30
  36. Chapter 31
  37. Chapter 32
  38. Chapter 33
  39. Chapter 34
  40. Chapter 35
  41. Chapter 36
  42. Chapter 37
  43. Chapter 38
  44. Chapter 39
  45. Chapter 40
  46. Chapter 41
  47. Chapter 42
  48. Chapter 43
  49. Chapter 44
  50. Chapter 45
  51. Chapter 46

‘Oh, that is exciting news,’ Elena clapped her hands. ‘The joy of children is a gift like no other. I am sure you will be an excellent father, Mr Swallow. Your wife is keeping well, I trust?’

‘Yes, thank you. She is in good health, and everything appears to be going well. Her doctor is very happy about that.’

Pfaus poured more of the Riesling.

‘I recall reading somewhere that Dublin has one of the most advanced maternity hospitals in the world,’ Pfaus observed. ‘Our maternity services here in Berlin are good, but I believe that Dublin’s reputation is unmatched. Curious in a relatively small city.’

‘That’s true,’ Swallow acknowledged. ‘The Rotunda Lying-In Hospital is perhaps 150 years old. I’m told that women who give birth there are more likely to be healthy along with their babies than in any other institution in the United Kingdom. Dublin is, as you say, a small city, but it has a strong tradition in medical discovery. I studied medicine myself for a number of years before becoming a policeman.’

His thoughts went momentarily to Maria. Grant’s would be starting to get busy with its night-time trade by now. He hoped that she was being prudent, as she promised, resting at this time in the parlour or in the bedroom rather than spending long hours supervising in the bar downstairs.

‘That’s a rather unusual career path,’ Pfaus said. ‘Why did you not complete your studies?’

‘It’s a long story,’ Swallow said ruefully. ‘Let’s just say that I didn’t concentrate on them as I should have.’

‘Would you have been happy as a doctor?’

‘The best answer I can give you is that I don’t know,’ Swallow said. ‘I sometimes regret that I didn’t qualify.’

Pfaus did not press the issue. Swallow sensed his understanding that it was best not to probe further.

Elena Pfaus’s Wiener Schnitzel was as good as her husband had promised it would be. The veal was thick and tender and the breadcrumb coating was crisp and golden.

‘And so, Mr Swallow,’ Elena asked, ‘what are the fashions in Dublin this year? It must be an elegant city. I am always interested to know about other cities and other countries. Berlin is rather a dull place, you know, especially after New York. And the wife of a police captain is rather constrained in her social life.’

‘I’m afraid you’re asking the wrong man about fashion,’ Swallow laughed. ‘As I told you, I’m only recently married myself, so I haven’t had much experience with that kind of thing. And the social life of a police inspector in Dublin isn’t exactly adventurous either.’

‘Dublin is a troubled city, is it not, Inspector?’ Pfaus said, slicing into his veal.