Chapter Fifty-One
Never had Denis seen Dr Ferrand so resigned and withdrawn. He had the bearing of a man who had come to a difficult decision.
On their way to the dining room where the police officers were composing their report, Ferrand proved Michel’s intuition right. “I’m going to resign in the beginning of next week. I’m not prepared to give the Medical Board the pleasure of firing me instead of decommissioning me at the end of the year, as was the plan.”
“They’ll see your resignation as a confession of guilt.”
“Let them see what they want. I’m a man of sixty-three who has lost two sons in this war that nobody but the leading class and the industrialists wanted.” I lost two sons. Denis was convinced that this fact had broken the man, not the problems in his institution.
Ferrand’s
