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THE police came and interviewed Tom and Helen, and then talked to Judy Fulcher who was still very shaken but clearly so familiar with the pattern of her husband’s behaviour that she was unsurprised.

The only surprising thing, she told Helen, was that he had waited so long. However, even under pressure from the police she refused to press charges.

‘If he goes to prison, he’ll kill me when he gets out,’ she explained, and behind her matter-of-fact delivery Helen sensed a deep-rooted terror.

Instead of going off duty as she had planned, Helen sat and talked to Judy, letting her pour out all her troubles, and gradually a picture built up of a long-term pattern of abuse, both physical and mental, that had turned Judy into the submissive, diffident woman that Helen had been nursing for the past week.

Helen promised her that the medical social worker would come and talk to her in the morning, and that if she didn’t want to return to her husband she wouldn’t need to.

Again, Judy felt that there was no way she could escape from him, that if she left him he would find her and kill her.

‘It’s not that he’s deliberately cruel,’ she explained. ‘It’s just that he’s got definite ideas, and if I agree with him that’s fine, but if I want anything different—like this sex thing. I’ve been feeling awful for months, but still he insisted. When I finally told him I couldn’t stand it any more, he started going off with other women—prostitutes, mainly. So I let him do it with me after that—well, people were talking. Anyway, it’s hardly the first time.’

Helen didn’t know what to say, but it didn’t matter. Now she had started, Judy talked for hours, and it was nearly ten o’clock before she felt able to leave her.

She went into the sister’s office and found Tom, slouched in a chair, reading a weighty textbook.

‘You’re still here!’ she said, surprised.

He put the book down and smiled fleetingly. ‘I was waiting for you. I went and got a book—it looked like a long job.’

Helen nodded and sank into the other chair. ‘Yes. God, what a coil, Tom. That man is a complete bastard.’

Tom gave a wry chuckle. ‘Tell me about it! I’ve got a hole in my head that says so.’

She looked at the cut, now swelling and colouring well, and shook her head. ‘It looks sore.’

‘Surprise, surprise,’ he murmured. ‘Are you OK, by the way? I gather he threw you on the floor.’