THIRTY-TWO
A SHADOW OF DOUBT
So, here we are, almost back at the point where my recollections of these events began. I say almost, because the greatest mystery of all in the tangled affair surrounding the life and deeds of Jack Thomas Reid only truly began to unravel a few short weeks ago.
My own sessions with Jack had fallen into something of a routine. He would always be polite, deferential almost, as though respecting me a little more than he would someone who wasn’t a psychiatrist. He often explained that my position put me on a par with his late uncle Doctor Robert Cavendish and his ancestors who had all practised the art of psychiatry. In some ways I’d begun to feel that Jack virtually hero-worshipped me. He wanted to please me, that much soon became evident in our meetings and he
