Consulting the scrap of paper - was this the right address, I thought? - I parked in the stone corridor and climbed the twisting stone stair to the fourth floor.Two bleak doors facing one another. A name: 'Bourne'.No reply. I knocked again. A flurry of footsteps, children's shrill voices as a door opened inside.A woman's angry voice telling them to behave - a sound, like a sharp blow, resulting in a shrill cry of pain.The door was being carefully unlocked, bolt by bolt and chain, like some fortress - or prison - but only opened enough to reveal part of a woman's tired angry countenance.'Well, what is it?'I consulted my piece of paper. 'Am I speaking to Mrs Bourne?'A sniff, a suspicious glance. 'Aye, that's me. What d'ye want?' 'I am calling to see Meg Macmerry who, I understand, has recently been put in your care for adoption.'A short silence followed as the woman's eye studied me as intently as she could through the barely opened door.'She's not here ...'And I was listening, appalled, to a repeat though less well-educated recital of my interview at the Lochandor orphanage.I interrupted the excuses.
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