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
inner that evening was initially a quiet affair: just Raven, the doctor and Mrs Simpson. Raven hoped that now he would be able to discuss his recent experiences and impress upon the professor how much he had progressed. During the afternoon’s consultation, he had become conscious of their adopting familiar roles, of the master and his apprentice. He knew he still had much to learn from Dr Simpson, but nonetheless felt a need to establish his credentials as a medical practitioner in his own right.
He would have to wait, however. As soon as they were seated, discussion immediately turned to household matters. The nursery nurse had sought advice on how best to treat young Jamie’s skin complaint, which had flared up again. Jamie was almost three years old. When last Raven saw him, he was barely weaned.
‘I have asked that his bed be stripped, the sheets boiled, and the mattress aired,’ Mrs Simpson said.
‘Is she still rubbing the skin with olive oil? That should help,’ Dr Simpson suggested. Raven imagined this would primarily make the child more difficult to apprehend if he was wont to run about the house as his older brothers did.
Jarvis entered bearing a decanter and two glasses on a silver tray. Raven, who had been hoping for a drop of the doctor’s claret, was disappointed to see that the liquid in the decanter was translucent.
‘Ah,’ said Dr Simpson, rubbing his hands as Jarvis poured. ‘My special champagne.’
Raven was now intrigued as he accepted a glass of the effervescent beverage. He noticed that Mrs Simpson was not partaking and briefly wondered why.
‘What is special about it?’ Raven asked as he took a sip.
‘It is carbonated water with some chloroform added to it,’ Simpson said.
If Raven had not already swallowed his mouthful of ‘special champagne’ it would have been sprayed across the table. He put his glass down and looked at Simpson hoping this was some kind of joke.
‘Chloroform?’ he asked.
‘Yes. It livens up the dreariest of dinner parties – not that this should be interpreted as a comment on present company.’
Raven dabbed his mouth with a napkin and pushed his glass further from him. ‘If it’s all the same, I think I’ll stick to wine. I have learned altogether too much respect for your special champagne’s active ingredient.’