My sister was in terrible pain. I thought that she did not recognise me. Then, she suddenly screamed "Oh, my God! Helen! It was the band! The speckled band." I will never forget the horror in her voice.

She wanted to say something more. She pointed her finger in the direction of the doctor's room. But she couldn't speak. I ran, I called for my step-father, and I met him as he was coming from his room.

When he reached my sister we tried to help her, and we asked for a doctor to come from the village. But it was no good. My sister did not speak to anyone again before she died. That is the story of the terrible death of my sister.