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The healer helped me as much as he could, but after a couple more days, they just barged into my room. I was allowed to speak by then, although I was still too weak to hold a lengthy conversation. Nobody was in my room, but I rang the bell to call the nurse.
“Please leave,” I said, my voice but a whisper.
The gendarmes, a middle-aged man and a young dark arall, looked at me, with no intention of leaving. The younger guy stood guard by the door as if trying to block anybody’s entrance. The middle-aged man started talking.
“Glad to see you’re awake, Miss Bedwen. You were quite fortunate to survive as well as you did. Unlike the poor Captain Greggs. Did you see who did that to him?”
I shook my head. Right — the Captain. With the bomb and me almost dying, I’d almost forgotten about the
