“Yes,” she replied, looking directly into the eyes of Monsignor Delgardo as she handed back the keys, hoping he would conclude by her forthrightness that she had nothing to hide. “And I think you’re right about the butterfly.” “Butterfly?” “I now see a butterfly in the splatter too.” “I hope you haven’t been waiting long?” intervened Dr Watson by way of apology for taking longer than he expected. “There was a lot to see in the hospital. It is state of the art. The understanding of epilepsy and the study of the effects of syphilis on the brain is much further advanced than anything in England.” He offered her his arm. “Shall we allow Monsignor Delgardo to get on with his important research?” Smiling charmingly, the Countess slipped her arm through Dr Watson’s elbow. “By the way, Monsignor Delgardo, I believe you also have prostitutes here at Salpetriere.” “Yes, that’s right.” “We didn’t see any during our tour.” “They are housed behind the hospital.
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