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says he has grown used to living here.'
    'Among these monsters?'
    'They are just poor dead creatures.' I smiled reassuringly. 'Some apothecaries claim their powdered body parts can work wonders. Guy is not of that opinion.'
    I knocked at his door. It was opened almost at once by a boy in an apprentice's blue coat. Piers Hubberdyne was an apprentice apothecary whom Guy had taken on the year before. He was a tall, dark - haired lad in his late teens, with features of such unusual comeliness that he turned women's heads in the streets. Guy said he was hard-working and conscientious, a rarity among London's notoriously unruly apprentices. He bowed deeply to us.
    'Good evening, Master Shardlake. And Master Elliard?'
    'Yes.'
    'Is that your sample, sir? May I take it?'
    Roger handed it over with relief, and Piers ushered us into the shop. 'I will fetch Dr Malton,' he said, and left us. I inhaled the sweet, musky scent of herbs that pervaded Guy's consulting room. Roger looked up at the neatly labelled jars on the shelves. Little bunches of herbs were laid out on a table beside a mortar and pestle and a tiny goldsmith's weighing balance. Above the table was a diagram of the four elements and the types of human nature to which they correspond: melancholic, phlegmatic, cheerful and choleric. Roger studied it.
    'Dorothy says I am a man of air, cheerful and light,' he observed.
    'With a touch of the phlegmatic, surely. If your temperament was all air, you could not work as you do.'
    'And you, Matthew, were always melancholic. Your dark colouring and spare frame mark you out.'
    'I was not so spare before my fever eighteen months ago.' I gave him a serious look. 'I think that would have carried me off without Guy's care. Do not worry, Roger, he will help you.'
    I turned with relief as Guy entered the room. He was sixty now and his curly hair, black when first I knew him, was white, making the dark brown hue of his lean feat ures even more striking by con trast. I saw that he was beginning to develop an aged man's stoop. When we had first become friends six years before, Guy had been a monastic infirmarian; the monasteries had housed many foreigners and Guy came originally from Granada in Spain, where his forebears had been Muslims. Having abandoned a Benedictine habit for an apothecary's robe, he had now in turn ex changed that for the black high- collared gown of a physician.
    When he came in I thought his dark face seemed a little drawn, as though he had worries. Then he looked at us and smiled broadly.
    'Good day, Matthew,' he said. His quiet voice still carried an exotic lilt. 'And you must be Master Elliard.' His penetrating dark eyes studied Roger closely.
    'Ay.' Roger shuffled nervously.
    'Come through to my examination room, let us see what the problem is.'
    'I have brought some urine, as you asked. I gave it to the boy.'
    'I will look at that.' He smiled. 'However, unlike some of my colleagues, I do not place entire reliance on the urine. Let us first examine you. Can you wait here a while, Matthew?'
    'Of course.'
    They left me. I sat on a stool by the window. The light was growing dim, the jars and bottles casting long shadows on the floor. I thought again of Adam Kite, and wondered uneasily whether Guy, still secretly loyal to the old church, might also say Adam was possessed. I had found myself thinking too over the last few days about the dark - haired woman keeper. What had she meant by saying she could never leave the Bedlam; Was she under some permanent order of detention?
    The door opened and the boy Piers entered, carrying a candle and with a large book under his arm. He placed the book on a high shelf with several others, then went and lit the candles in a tall sconce. Yellow light flickered around the room, adding the smell of wax to the scent of herbs.
    He turned to me. 'Do you mind if I continue my work, sir?' he asked.
    'Please do.'
    He sat at the table, took a handful of herbs and began grinding them. He rolled back