Chapter Sixteen'I've never told anybody that before,' I sipped at my dish of tea, feeling utterly drained and so weak a puff of wind could blow me away.
'Thank you,' Doctor Hetherington said.
'Why are you thanking me?' I asked.
'Thank you for your trust,' Doctor Hetherington had aged considerably over the last few days.
With the fire bright in the grate and a weak winter sun illuminating the room, I felt better. Or perhaps I felt better because I had told somebody about my ordeal. I was not sure. I closed my eyes, more relaxed than I had been for many years, although the worry of Marie still tugged at my mind.
'You went to India shortly afterwards,' Doctor Hetherington said.
'Yes. When the men left me, I ran away.' I did not go into details.
'How?' Doctor Hetherington passed over a
