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
He smiled at Mr Hardie, hoping to calm him a little. The man seemed to be unduly harassed given that Raven had yet to ask a question.
‘Where is the mattress now? Might we take a look at it?’
‘It’s been sent to Mr Harrower.’
‘Mr Harrower?’ Sarah asked.
‘Yes.’ He looked at them as though it should be obvious what he was talking about. ‘He has charge of an establishment where beds go to be steamed and cleaned after people die. Whatever might be the cause of death,’ he added quickly, seemingly afraid of further incriminating himself.
‘When was this?’ Raven asked.
‘Sometime last week.’
‘So, it is likely to have been cleaned by now?’
‘Oh, it has been. Won’t do to leave these things lying about for any length of time. Mr Harrower said that when he opened it up, little or nothing of it was spoiled, only the surface was stained with a small amount of blood. Just as I said. No clotting or anything like that. Most beds he sees are in a thousand times’ worse state.’
‘Thank you, Mr Hardie,’ Raven said. ‘You’ve been a great help.’
Mr Hardie visibly relaxed at this, loosening his grip on the counter.
‘I sincerely hope that’s the end of the matter,’ he said. ‘I haven’t seen so many doctors since my youngest got run over by a cart and broke his leg. Bit of bone came right out through the skin. Was in the Infirmary for months.’
Raven thought it best not to enquire about the outcome of that but thanked the man again as he and Sarah left the shop. They walked away from the door and then stopped.
‘What now?’ Sarah asked. ‘Obviously that vindicates Dr Simpson, but with the mattress having been cleaned, we have no proof.’
‘I doubt it would make much difference if we had,’ Raven admitted. ‘Matthews Duncan and Professor Miller heard the same from Mr Hardie as we did. So I am now curious as to why two medical men would so misinterpret the upholsterer’s account.’
THIRTY-ONE
n pursuing his investigation on Dr Simpson’s behalf, Raven stood by the wisdom that – Edinburgh medicine being something of a snake pit – he ought to avoid making new enemies. To that end he reasoned it would be best to continue his enquiries with someone who never thought much of him to begin with.