chair. I couldnât bring myself to say what Iâd come to say. âTake your time, Mrs. Ellstrom. I have nothing on the schedule that canât be put off until tomorrow.â He smiled a close-lipped smile and then took one quick drink from his cup and then another twice as long. I watched his throat work beneath the fatty layers of his prickly neck. The color came into his face and he took a deep breath. He struck me as being two men: a narrow and average man and a fat man that had engulfed the smaller one. Knuckled was a word that I thought fit Jacob well, and ensconced was a word that fit Dr. Haslett. Just men, as they are.
The doctor was about to say something else, and I quickly gathered my courage and spoke right over the top of him: âIt seems my husband has disappeared.â
âWhatâs this?â
âOn Monday. He left and never returned.â
âIâm sure heâs fine. Heâs probably been detained somehow, is all. I wouldnât worry.â By the look on his face, I could tell he was pleased at my misfortune but didnât want to show it.
âI had Mr. Tartan look for him in the places I wouldnât go. Where men usually go when they donât want to come home.â
âI see. Would you like me to try and find him? I could ask around.â
âPeople trust you, like they once trusted my husband. People are mostly honest with doctors, donât you think?â
âHonestly, I donât think anyoneâs particularly honest with anyone.â
âThatâs a dark view.â
âPerhaps.â
I let Duncan down, and he crawled across the room and busied himself pulling on the drapes.
âDuncan.â
âHeâs fine. Leave him.â
âThe real trouble isââmy voice was barely above a whisper now, and the doctor leaned in to hearââI spoke with Mr. Hayes, and it seems Jacob, Dr. Ellstrom, is deeply in debtâI donât know what weâll do.â I did my best to fight back the tears, but they were there, hot on my cheeks, smeared onto the back of my hand. I hadnât gone there to cry. Duncan was watching me with a look of terror on his face, so I smiled through my tears and he half-smiled back.
Dr. Haslett stood up and came over to me. âHeâll turn up. You stay here. Make yourself comfortable. I mean it, pretend that this is your home, sleep in the beds, eat all the food, break the dishesâI donât care one bit. Weâll get to the bottom of this, I promise you.â
âThank you, Dr. Haslett. I didnât know who else to talk to.â
âYouâll be fine. Wait here.â He spoke to Duncan. âI believe Miss Falvey, my housekeeper, left some cookies in the cupboard. Better go and see if youâre tall enough to reach them.â
I thanked him again.
âYouâll be fine. I wonât be gone more than an hour.â
He got his coat and left. Duncan and I stayed in the living room for a few minutes after the door shut, and then we went into the kitchen and I heated him some milk and fed him cookies like youâd feed carrots to an old and well-loved horse.
Dr. Milo Haslett
H is coat was still damp. Something about putting on warm and wet clothing bothered him immensely more than cold and wet. It wasnât simply uncomfortable and impractical; it was disgusting. He stood in the entryway for a moment, wondering where to start. He thought: Iâm weary of this whole business. No wonder that swindler Ellstrom had disappeared. He understood. Hippocraticly speaking, Dr. Haslett would just as soon first do nothing than do no harm. Not that he believed that; he believed he was doing good, and without that belief he would be lost, nothing, a vessel filled with smoke. A lustful but mostly empty vessel. Women and God are the two rocks on which man must anchor or be wrecked. And Mrs. Ellstrom came for my help. This pleased him. Not so old and bloated
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