Chapters (90)
- PROLOGUE
- 1849
- ONE
- TWO
- EDINBURGH
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- THIRTY-NINE
- FORTY
- FORTY-ONE
- FORTY-TWO
- FORTY-THREE
- FORTY-FOUR
- FORTY-FIVE
- FORTY-SIX
- FORTY-SEVEN
- FORTY-EIGHT
- FORTY-NINE
- FIFTY
- FIFTY-ONE
- FIFTY-TWO
- FIFTY-THREE
- FIFTY-FOUR
- FIFTY-FIVE
- FIFTY-SIX
- FIFTY-SEVEN
- FIFTY-EIGHT
- FIFTY-NINE
- SIXTY
- SIXTY-ONE
- SIXTY-TWO
- SIXTY-THREE
- SIXTY-FOUR
- SIXTY-FIVE
- SIXTY-SIX
- SIXTY-SEVEN
- SIXTY-EIGHT
- SIXTY-NINE
- SEVENTY
- SEVENTY-ONE
- SEVENTY-TWO
- SEVENTY-THREE
- SEVENTY-FOUR
- SEVENTY-FIVE
- SEVENTY-SIX
- SEVENTY-SEVEN
- SEVENTY-EIGHT
- SEVENTY-NINE
- EIGHTY
- EIGHTY-ONE
- EPILOGUE
- HISTORICAL NOTE
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
- Extract from A Corruption of Blood
- 1850
- ONE
‘Several years ago, Dr Simpson attended the post-mortem examination of a patient who had died from puerperal fever. He and another practitioner handled the diseased parts. The next four midwifery cases that Dr Simpson attended were all affected with puerperal fever. The next three cases the other doctor attended were attacked with the disease. There is something that adheres to the hands. Common ablutions will not remove it; chloride of lime must be used.’
‘Doesn’t everyone use chloride of lime then?’
‘Dr Simpson favours cyanide of potass, but that is of no matter. Not all are convinced. There are those who still favour the miasma theory: epidemics of disease occurring as a result of noxious air.’
‘But Dr Fowler is right. This is not puerperal fever,’ Sarah said.
‘No. But it might be Raven’s Malady.’
And there it was, the reason his fervour alarmed her: his hunger for professional acclaim was driving this now more than his desire to rescue Dr Simpson’s reputation.
Regardless of his motivation, they did need to speak to Nurse Dempster. Sarah felt sure that finding her would conclude their investigation with regard to Mrs Johnstone’s death. Whatever other avenues of enquiry Raven wished to embark upon, he could do so himself.
Dr Fowler reappeared, looking perplexed.
‘I must apologise. If I ever had the address, I have misplaced it. However, I believe it is to be found by consulting the Post Office directory. How many Mary Dempsters can there be in Edinburgh?’
THIRTY-SEVEN
here was an easterly wind whipping off the water of Lochend as Sarah strived to match Raven’s long stride down Easter Road. She could feel moisture in the air and hoped it had been picked up from the loch rather than being an indicator that the dark-grey skies were about to unburden themselves.
It was a Sunday afternoon, one of the few occasions when neither she nor Raven had duties elsewhere, and they were spending it in an attempt to locate the nurse who had worked for both Mrs Johnstone and the Porteous family. Raven had suggested Sarah might prefer to spend the day with her husband, which had made her uneasy. It might have been an idle remark, or even motivated by his own preference to go alone, but she could not help worrying that it indicated he was aware of Archie’s condition. Was he implying she ought to make the best of what little time they might have left together? Or was that her own guilt speaking?