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He glared at her. "I never said—"

 

Their gazes met and locked, and she refused to give way. "You didn't have to. And as for not getting mixed up, I'm sorry, but I already am. Simon saved all three of us. We
owe
him. And I have every intention of paying my debts whether you get in my way or not.”

 
Chapter Nine
 

 

 

Gabrielle had argued bitterly with her cousin Antony over helping the inmate known only as Simon, and though she was sure she was right, she was sorry for the quarrel as soon as they had both retreated to their respective parts of the house to be alone.

 

The promise to the handsome stranger had been rashly made, she knew, and this was confirmed the very next day as she set about trying to accomplish her goal.

 

 
Her first problem was that she couldn’t even find Simon in Bedlam, as hard as she looked.

 

Her second difficulty was that in truth she didn’t really know what to think. The seeds of doubt about her estwhile rescuer had already begun to creep in, just as Simon had predicted they would.
 

 

Could what her cousin Antony had told her about him really be true? That he was a rapist and killer of women and children? Was he so cunning that he had warned her that she would abandon him just to lure her in even more closely into his web of evil?

 

Much as she tried to tell herself to listen to her heart, the insidious voice of fear nagged at her continually. Perhaps Antony was right. Maybe it was best to just leave things as they were...

 

But then she would recall the agony Simon had been in, the despair, the way he was struggling so hard against his addiction. How he looked, so gaunt and haggard, the scars on his back…. Then a new surge of determination would shoot through her, urging her that time was of the essence for him, and she had to do the right thing to help the poor struggling inmate no matter what the cost.

 

The question was, how to help him? She wrote down everything she could recall about what they had discussed, and sought answers from her colleagues at the clinic.

 

She learned as much as she could about opium addiction, even daring to ask Antony’s friend Eswara Jerome, one of the Rakehell wives and a healer from India.

 

Eswara had taught Gabrielle things about healing with the hands using pressure points from the body, and many different herbal remedies.

 

She was certainly very familiar with opium addiction, for it was a common enough problem in the Far East, where the opium poppy was cultivated.
 
It was used widely for pain in Europe now too, and as Eswara pointed out, often the most innocent people, even small children, could become addicted through ignorance.

 

She gave Gabrielle a list of things she could try to help ease the so-called withdrawal symptoms, and told her to come visit the next time she was in Somerset.

 

She also told her that if she was interested she could even help on some of her rounds, and she would teach her more about women’s medicine.

 

Gabrielle had thanked her profusely, and gave her an impulsive hug.

 

The exotically lovely older woman with golden eyes that reminded Gabrielle of Simon's, gave her a fond smile said, “Follow your heart, that’s my advice.”

 

She stared at her. “But I never said this was a matter of the heart—”

 

Eswara's dark brows drew downwards slightly. “Didn’t you? So sorry, my mistake.” She gave a knowing smile, and left for the day.

 

The next afternoon, Gabrielle got a stroke of luck as to Simon's whereabouts at last. The cell that Lucinda had been put in after her near-rape in the common ward was badly damaged in a winter storm. The snowfall had been so heavy recently, with no sign of a thaw, that part of the roof collapsed under the weight.

 

Even though she had been placed on the second floor, the falling masonry had damaged everything above and below. The authorities had had no choice but to move the patients to more habitable cells while they effected repairs.

 

At first Gabrielle had tried to ignore the incessant recitations of poetry coming from the chamber next door, uttered in a singsong as the person evidently drifted in and out of consciousness.

 

For a moment she thought she recognised the voice, but Simon’s tone had not been so harsh. But then he had not been shouting himself hoarse, and vomiting so violently that his throat burned when she first met hm.

 

It was only after a week of listening that she had realised it was indeed him. The vast array of poems she had heard was astonishing. She wondered at him being permitted so many books in his cell.

 

One day she had gone over to the wall when he had stopped suddenly, and she had heard a thump.

 

Then she had known he was having one of his fits, and had been desperate to see if he was all right. But the guard outside his door had been indifferent, and had refused to let her in to investigate the matter further.

 

"But I heard—"

 

"It makes no odds, Miss," he said with a shake of his head. "Orders is orders."

 

Her heart had lurched in her chest at the sight of him comfortless and alone on the floor when the guard, Spence, had finally grudgingly permitted her to look in the hatch. Seeing him prostrate on the ground trembling was almost more than she could bear.

 

"I can't believe you're just going to leave him like that."

 

He shrugged one shoulder.

 

"It's inhuman!"

 

"He's an animal!"

 

"No matter what anyone says he's done, no one deserves to be kept like that. It's filthy, and the vermin—"

 

"As soon as my shift is over, the second man can stand guard and I'll go in and scoop him up off the floor so the rats won’t nibble at him. Fair
 
enough?"

 

She was sure she was about to be ill.

 

"Stand guard against what? He's sick! He's not going to escape. He can barely breathe!" she protested, as the gurgling sound echoed around the corridor.
 

 

"Orders is orders. No one in or out without the password," Spence maintained.

 

"I'll stand guard then, and you go—"

 

He shook his head. "I can see you're a kind soul, Miss, but best to move along now. Really." His expression was kind enough, but the edge to his tone made her back off.

 

"Very well, then, if you won't trust me, I'll find someone in authority here to come help you both."

 

She hurried to the main office, told her tale, and the ferret-faced gentleman seemed to believe she was only concerned for a fellow Christian, rather than anyone taking a personal interest in Simon.

 

As she returned to Lucinda's room she managed to snatch a look in the peephole again while Spence was speaking to one of the orderlies who was walking past.
 
She watched as they unlocked the door and Spence went inside.

 

"Come on, you wanker, get yer arse up off the floor," Spence growled. She heard a kick, a low grunt, then a louder one as Spence heaved him onto his cot. It gave with an alarming metallic shriek and groan, and another grunt from Simon, but he said nothing, merely gurgle.

 

"Turn him on his side in case he vomits, so he won't choke."

 

"Bugger the devil," was Spence's reply.

 

"Whoever is keeping him here and paying the bills evidently wants him alive. He's mad, not a criminal here to be punished," she said in her most reasonable tone.

 

The orderly surprised her by saying, "Aye, do it." Then he added, "Nothing worse than the paperwork involved with a corpse here, you mark my words."

 

Gabrielle's cheeks flushed with anger, and she longed to go to Simon, put her arms around him, comfort the poor man in some way. No one deserved to be treated like this, no matter what they had supposedly done.

 

But Antony was so sure he was a fiend ....

 

Spence did as he was told, and then came storming out of the cell and locked the door with a clang.

 

"There, done now. So you can get off to your Quaker soup kitchen or wherever it is you've come from, Miss, and leave us to get on with our business."

 

She did as she was told immediately, not daring to linger lest she arouse any further suspicion than she had already.

 

She finished tending to her sister, who was still quiet and unresponsive, then hurried back to the clinic. Oliver was just getting off duty when she arrived, so she pulled him over to one side and explained in a few brief sentences all that had happened since she and Simon had first met. She omitted only the more intimate parts of the tale, though she could feel a betraying blush heat her cheeks as she spoke.

 

She concluded with the events she had just witnessed, and said, "But no one should be treated like that no matter what they might or might not have done as the result of madness or addiction. Please Oliver,
 
I know you and Antony are great friends now, so perhaps he will listen to you and make further inquiries—"

 

"I'm no saint myself, my dear, and you're not a woman who is prone to flights of fancy," the handsome blond doctor said, his expression grim. "So I'll go myself into Bedlam for a fact-finding mission, and see what I might be able to accomplish.

 

Gabrielle looked inexpressibly relieved. "Oh, would you? Thank you so much."

 

He waved away her gratitude. "Glad to help, if I can you any peace of mind upon the matter."

 

She awaited her colleague's return feeling as though she were lving in a thorn bush of nagging fears and an even more uncomfortable conscience.

 

Sadly, her hopes were dashed all too soon, for Oliver returned less than a couple of hours later with a similar tale to the one Antony had told her, and no more additional information other than the outline she had already had.
 

 

Oliver, less cautious about sparing the young woman's feelings than her cousin had been, gave her even more details than Antony's expurgated version.

 

The tale was so horrific, Gabrielle felt physically ill. She couldn’t even begin to understand how anyone could be so evil. The mind boggled at man’s inhumanity to man.

 

Or woman,
she thought, remembering her sister, and thinking what she had suffered at the hands of her own husband.

 

After what Oliver had told her, she felt sure that she had been duped, and Simon had been kind to her and her sister, in order to get them under his power to do the unthinkable.

 

She vowed inwardly to wash her hands of him, no matter how sh felt abot his addiction and fits. They could be alleviated, and she did not want to see anyone suffer, but nor could she bring herself to aid such a… savage.

 

If his family was so powerful as to save him from the gallows, let them make whatever provision for him they wished. It had nothing to do with her. Perhaps his act of kindness towards her had been some attempt at redemption, but she was no one's savior.
 
God help him and the souls of his victims. She had other things to worry about besides a nameless stranger who was little worse than a cannibal. Lucinda needed her, and the clinic….

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