What is perhaps more interesting is that people whose behaviour in other respects corresponds to the norm can, under the tyranny of the sexual instinct, lose the capacity to direct or control their lives.'
Madden saw Helen's fair head in the second row of chairs. There were some empty seats at the back of the room and he took one.
'… something you said earlier. Does that mean you would sanction perversions?' A middle-aged man in the front row had risen to ask a question. Madden had missed the first part of it. 'More generally, it does seem to me and to others outside the profession that everything in the world of psychiatry revolves around sex. Or perhaps I've misunderstood you, Dr Weiss?'
'It is more likely that I have misled you.' The speaker was smiling. 'My English is not as fluent as I would wish.' To Madden it seemed that he was fully at home in the language, although he spoke with a strong accent. 'But let me say first that, speaking as a psychiatrist, I would not normally use the word 'perversion' as a term of reproach in the sexual sphere. To put it bluntly, most of us enjoy some degree of 'perversion' from the norm.'
An embarrassed ripple of laughter came from the audience. At that moment Helen Blackwell looked over her shoulder and her eyes met Madden's. His heartbeat quickened. For a moment her face seemed to register surprise. Then she smiled.
'However' — Dr Weiss leaned forward, resting his hands on the table — 'on the more general question, while I would not agree that 'everything' in our work has to do with sex, I cannot deny the central position occupied by this most imperious of instincts. Let me be plain. I regard human sexuality as the single most important force in our lives, both as individuals and as members of society. Consider only how it lies at the very root of our capacity to love human beings other than ourselves. Truly, the seed of our happiness.
'But the tale does not end there, sad to say, and this is evident from much of the work being done in my profession. The sexual instinct flows like a river through our lives, and if, for many, it is a broad sunlit stream, for others it can be a source of pain and anguish. A river of darkness. Aphrodite appears to us in many aspects, some of them strange and terrible.
We should regard her with awe.
'In this connection, and to answer more fully your earlier question, I cannot do better than draw your attention once more to the writings of Professor Freud, whose work has figured so largely in our discussion this evening. As my old teacher has observed, even the most repulsive sexual acts can be transformed by the human mind into idealized creations. I will close with a quotation from Three Essays on the Theory of Sexuality, freely translated: 'The omnipotence of love is never more strongly proved than in aberrations such as these.
The highest and lowest are always closest to each other in the realm of sexuality.''
The speaker smiled at his audience and bowed. A polite round of applause broke out as he began to collect his notes from the table in front of him. There was a shuffling of feet and chairs. Madden made his way to the front. Helen awaited him, her eyes meeting his when he was still some way off and then holding them in her steady glance as he approached.
'John, dear…' She shook his hand. 'I was so afraid you wouldn't be able to come at such short notice.' As people milled about them she moved closer to him. 'I got back yesterday evening and found an invitation to this lecture waiting at the house, so I decided to take a chance and come up.'
She was wearing a dark high-waisted dress with a matching velvet toque. A fringed shawl of red silk was draped loosely about her shoulders. Her glance shifted and he became aware of a figure standing beside them.
'Franz, how lovely to see you again.'
'Helen, my dear…' Dr Weiss took her hands in his and kissed them, first one then the other. He was perhaps half a head shorter than she was and she smiled down at him.
'This is my friend John Madden.'
'Mr Madden.' Dr Weiss brought his heels together and executed a brief bow. His dark wavy hair was flecked with grey at the temples. His liquid brown eyes, crinkled at the corners by a smile, held a look of rueful intelligence.
'Inspector Madden. John works at Scotland Yard.
You must have read about those terrible murders in Highfield…'
'Indeed. Our papers carried several reports.' He looked at Madden curiously.
'I stayed with Franz and his family in Vienna before the war,' Helen told Madden. 'He and Father are old friends and I went there to study German.'
'We still miss you.' Dr Weiss regarded her fondly.
'Mina was devoured by envy at the thought that I might see you on this trip. Mina is my wife,' he explained to Madden. 'She was not alone. Jakob insists that he remembers you well and wants to know when you will return.'
Helen laughed. 'Since Jakob was only three at the time, I find that hard to believe.'
'Some memories we carry in our hearts.' Dr Weiss touched his chest.
'Dear Franz… please give them both my love, and tell them I will come back and see you all again.'
'But not yet, please!' Dr Weiss held up his hand.
'Vienna is not a place one should choose to visit at present.'
'Are things still so bad?'
'Bad enough. Expressed in our currency, the modest fees I am receiving for these lectures will seem like a fortune.' The doctor smiled wryly. 'An illusory one.
They say soon it will take a suitcase of banknotes to buy a loaf of bread.'
'Oh, Franz!'
'Still, we learn through suffering — isn't that what the Greeks have taught us?' He became animated.
'Last winter we had to burn some of our furniture to keep warm. When patients came to the house I would wrap them in blankets and lay them out on the couch.
Professor Freud, as you may know, has developed a technique of free association in analysis,' he bent towards Madden again, 'but it's hard for a patient to concentrate on retrieving some memory from the past when all he is wondering is whether he can reach the end of the session without turning into an icicle!'
Helen Blackwell's laughter brought Madden the memory of a grassy bank and the sound of a blackbird's call.
'So here I am, earning a crust as they say.' He glanced about him. 'The Society feels it would be of benefit to introduce psychoanalysis to a wider public in Britain. Well and good, I say. Unfortunately, to most outsiders psychiatry equals Freud equals sex.' He looked droll. 'One has only to mention his name in front of a roomful of Englishmen and half a dozen of them turn red with embarrassment.'
A figure was hovering behind him. Dr Weiss looked round. 'Yes, of course — forgive me. I shall only be a moment longer.' He addressed Helen. 'I leave for Manchester tomorrow. Then Edinburgh. But I shall return to London in a week and I will get in touch with you. Perhaps we could have lunch together? Yes?'
'Of course, Franz. But you must come down to Highfield and see Father again.'
He took her hands and kissed them as before. He bowed to Madden — 'Inspector.' With a smile at them both, he turned and joined a group of men waiting behind him.
Helen took Madden's arm and they moved off down the aisle between the chairs.
'Are you one of those half-dozen, John Madden?'
'Certainly not.'
'Yes, I believe you're blushing.'
They went down the stairs and out into the soft evening light. The plane trees in the square were bowed under the weight of summer foliage. The air was warm and heavy with the dust of the city.
'Would you like to hear about Sophy? She started talking again a week ago. I spoke to Dr Mackay in Edinburgh. So far she hasn't mentioned that night, and when Dr Mackay asked her about it she went silent for another two days. It was a warning — 'Keep off!' But she hasn't asked for her mother, and Dr Mackay thinks she knows and accepts that she won't see her again.'
He told her about the drawings. 'We believe the man who broke in was wearing a gas mask. I don't know if you've ever seen one. They're quite hideous. A child would have been terrified.'
They continued slowly around the square. She kept hold of his arm, walking close beside him, her body brushing against his.
'Would you like to have dinner?' he asked, unsure how to proceed. He didn't want her to think he was taking
