Chapter Twelve'That man was back,' Mrs Macfarlane had heard my return.
I immediately knew who she meant. 'Mr Turnbull?'
'Yes.' Mrs Macfarlane glared at me. 'And you know what I think about him.'
'I do,' I said. At that moment everything was getting on top of me. With the blackmail threat and now Gibbie Elliot in jail, I could not cope with any more. Once more I contemplated escaping back to India.
I closed my eyes. No. I would not allow them to win.
'Mrs Macfarlane,' I said, and before I realised what I was doing, I was telling her about my troubles, or at least part of them. I told her about the blackmail without giving her the reason behind it, and I told her about Gibbie in the Tolbooth on the word of Turnbull. Mrs Macfarlane listened, nodding at all the right places.
'All right,
