Chapter 10
Quincy and Melinda ran through the streets toward their flat.
“I’m sorry, Jo, but I didn’t know what else to do,” Melinda said, wiping away a tear.
“It’s all right, Mel, you did the right thing.” Quincy bounded up the stairs two at a time. “Mrs. Linley?” she called, entering the flat.
Their landlady looked up from her needlework by the window. “She’ll be fine, lad. The apothecary is with her now.” She pointed at the closed bedchamber door with her needle.
Quincy paced. Melinda arrived, breathless and coughing, and fell into step with her. Finally the door opened.
“Your grandmum’s lucky she didn’t break her bloomin’ neck instead of just her ankle,” the apothecary said, stepping out. He gave a series of instructions, handed Quincy a bottle of laudanum, and collected his fee.
