“Why was he called in at all?” I demanded. “Why didn’t you sign the certificate if you were treating her?”
“I was away at the time. My husband did the correct thing to call Dr. Bewley. He always does the correct thing.”
“That’s fine,” I said. “Then he better let me out of here.”
“He thinks you are dangerous,” Mrs. Salzer said, and peered into the sack again. “And you are, Mr. Malloy. You know too much. I’m sorry for you, but you really shouldn’t have interfered.” She looked up to smile in a goofy sort of way. “I’m afraid you will have to stay here, and before very long your mind will begin to deteriorate. You see, people who are continually drugged often become feeble-minded. Have you noticed that?”
“Is that what’s going to happen to me?”
She nodded.
“I’m afraid so, but I didn’t want you to think unkindly of Dr. Salzer. He is such a fine man. That’s why I have told you so much. More than I should, really, but it won’t matter. You won’t get away.”
She began to drift away as quietly as she had come.
“Hey! Don’t go away,” I said, sitting forward. “How much is Maureen Crosby paying you to keep me here?”
Her vague eyes popped a little.