Chapters (76)
- Cover
- About the Author
- Also by Karen Brooks
- Title Page
- Dedication
- EXPLANATORY NOTE
- PART ONE
- One
- Two
- 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
- PART TWO
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- PART THREE
- 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
- PART FOUR
- Fifty-Three
- Fifty-Four
- Fifty-Five
- Fifty-Six
- Fifty-Seven
- Fifty-Eight
- Fifty-Nine
- Sixty
- Sixty-One
- Epilogue: Autumn 1706
- AUTHOR’S NOTE
- GLOSSARY
- LIST OF CHARACTERS
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
Isobel Adam, the first to cross her threshold that year, a young woman possessed of fair hair, had brought deadly trouble on them all.
Twenty-Seven
TWENTY-SEVEN
Corpus deliciti.
(Body of evidence.)
Patrick Cowper stared at Captain Ross, absorbing the man’s words. He resisted the urge to whoop with triumph. He was vindicated. Edinburgh had at last seen sense. They agreed there was enough evidence to bring the witches to trial. Patrick put down the glass he’d every intention of topping up once the captain left his study and, without appearing too eager, reached across the desk and took the offered missive to read it for himself.
‘The details are in there,’ said Captain Ross and, without waiting for an invitation, sat.
Patrick delayed breaking the seal and pretended to examine the outside of the letter while surreptitiously scrutinising the officer. The captain looked weary, and not only from travelling back and forth to the city on an almost weekly basis or writing countless fruitless letters on the witches’ behalf. It was the kind of weariness that came from understanding all your efforts were for naught. Was it unchristian of the reverend to feel a frisson of pleasure at that?
In this instance, he knew God would forgive his lack of charity.