Chapters (90)
- PROLOGUE
- 1849
- ONE
- TWO
- EDINBURGH
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- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
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- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
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- TWENTY-SIX
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- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
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- FIFTY
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- FIFTY-NINE
- SIXTY
- SIXTY-ONE
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- SIXTY-FIVE
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- SEVENTY
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- SEVENTY-EIGHT
- SEVENTY-NINE
- EIGHTY
- EIGHTY-ONE
- EPILOGUE
- HISTORICAL NOTE
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
- Extract from A Corruption of Blood
- 1850
- ONE
‘The symptoms she experienced were similar to a fatal case I was involved with recently. I think I might have mentioned it to you. It was perhaps the second such case within the same household. It is my theory that this might be a dangerous and perplexing new disease. I am on my way now to speak to the doctor who had treated both patients first. I thought him old-fashioned and outdated in his practice, though I might have judged him harshly, as Dr Simpson was also powerless to identify or intervene in what appears to be the same condition.’
‘Then I am glad that I have come with you,’ Sarah said. ‘Perhaps I can learn what it is about your manner that makes you welcome in the home of a gentleman while I am sent away with a flea in my ear.’
‘I think we both know which quality of mine makes the difference.’
‘Yes, and you flatter yourself if you think it is your being a doctor.’
THIRTY-SIX
s they turned into Broughton Place, Sarah wondered if Raven was right. Had he discovered a new disease? He certainly seemed to have convinced himself, as he was unusually animated, describing the common symptoms the patients had experienced. He was still in full flow when they arrived outside Dr Fowler’s residence. It was a neat little dwelling in the middle of a terrace, similar in appearance to No. 52 but on a much smaller scale.
‘How will you explain my being here?’ she asked as they approached the door.
‘It hadn’t occurred to me that I would have to do so,’ Raven admitted, frowning slightly. ‘I’ll say that you are my assistant, a nurse who works with me.’ He seemed satisfied with that and knocked on the door. ‘It might be best if you refrained from speaking,’ he added as the door was opened.
They were shown into a small parlour by a young girl who bade them wait while she sought out her master. The space was rather spartan, in stark contrast to the overstuffed room Dr Johnstone had thrown her out of. The few bits of furniture had an air of neglect about them, stained and shabby. An unmarried man lived here, Sarah thought. Or a widower. She immediately felt sorry for him, perhaps because she too would soon be alone, left behind to fend for herself. Then she remembered that Archie was not going to leave her entirely.