Anne. She was to go to a private sanatorium in Yorkshire called The Retreat. “Man called Tuke runs the place,” Lord Matlock informed them all gruffly. “Been sending him funding for years, but never thought I should have to send my own niece into his care.” “It is a very reputable place,” Lady Matlock said. “And she will be among her own kind there.” “What do you consider her kind?” Saye enquired. “The upper class deranged? Heiresses turned murderous? Or just any sort of lady who lacks a moral compass?”
WHAT DID I SAY I CALLED IT WAY BACK AT THE BEGINNING PEOPLE. INSANE ASYLUM
