"They are on the chair opposite the bed."
"And all washed and ironed," I noted. "You would make some woman a fine wife, Doctor, except for the décor." I nodded toward the harpoon. "She might ask you to remove that."
"A souvenir of my one-and-only sea voyage," Doctor Hetherington touched the shaft of the harpoon. "I was a student raising funds to continue my studies." He stepped to the door. "I"ll leave you to get changed."
Doctor Hetherington"s finances did not stretch as far as a coach and pair, so it was in an open dog-cart that we trotted out of the village, over the Royal Union Bridge and onto the Edinburgh road. I held my travelling cloak close to my shoulders against the chill and allowed my mind to drift.
"If ever I had a secret to tell," Doctor Hetherington said as we rolled pa
