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- PROLOGUE
- 1849
- ONE
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- EDINBURGH
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- THIRTY
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- EIGHTY
- EIGHTY-ONE
- EPILOGUE
- HISTORICAL NOTE
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
- Extract from A Corruption of Blood
- 1850
- ONE
‘No, Trinity. A fine house with a view of the Forth, apparently.’ Archie looked over at her and smiled. ‘I wonder who’s to inherit? Whoever it is, I’d be checking their pockets for arsenic.’
Sarah laughed, though she still felt an instinctive wariness of inviting disapproval in doing so. She could not have said whose: it was a legacy of her years as a housemaid. Archie was aware of it, and thus relished her response to his remark.
Archie laughed all the time, despite everything. It was one of the reasons he and Simpson got on so well.
He folded up the newspaper, put it down on the table and picked up the Monthly Journal of Medical Science. Sarah had noticed that, since he had started taking small doses of morphine for the pain in his throat, he could seldom concentrate on any one thing for long.
He turned the pages and sighed. ‘Oh dear. Another letter.’
‘Not the mattress dispute again?’
‘I’m afraid so.’
‘Who is it this time?’
‘Professor Miller. It really is unconscionable. Such spats do the profession no good at all. And I don’t believe the pages of the medical journals are the place to air such petty and personal grievances. They really should know better.’
‘It is little more than gossip. What evidence do they have to support such accusations?’
‘The upholsterer, Mr Hardie, has seemingly confirmed that the patient’s mattress was stained with blood.’
‘That is hardly conclusive. If they are claiming that she died of haemorrhage, the quantity of blood is more pertinent than its mere presence. The most apposite organ in this matter would appear to be the spleen, and I do not mean that of the late patient.’
Archie smiled and nodded his agreement, a sight that warmed her. She liked to make him happy. They liked to make each other happy. But as always, when she thought of that happiness, it prompted a corresponding sorrow.
She wondered how long they would have together. Perhaps all married couples did that, from time to time. But not every day.
SIX
f I made a mistake, it was in killing four members of the same family.
I can appreciate in retrospect how that might have seemed conspicuous. Perhaps I was blinded by my desires, but in mitigation, such a tragedy would not necessarily be deemed worthy of note. People in the same household die all the time. Whole families died when the last epidemic swept the city.