“Take it easy, baby,” he said softly.
“I don’t like this place,” I said, addressing Lessways. “I object to being drugged every night. I don’t like the locked door at the end of the corridor, nor the mesh-grill over the window at the other end of the corridor. This is not a sanatorium. It’s a prison.”
“Mv dear chap,” Salzer said smoothly before Lessways could think of anything to say, “you get well and you shall go home. We don’t want to keep you here unless we have to.”
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Bland slowly clench his list as a warning for me to be careful what I said. There were a lot of things I could have said, but now Kerman knew I was here I decided not to take any chances.
“Well, let’s get on,” Lessways said. “All this looks very good.” He beamed at Kerman.
“Have you seen all you want to see, Mr. Strang? Don’t let us hurry you.”
“Oh, yes,” Kerman said languidly. “If Dr. Salzer wouldn’t object, I might like to call again.”
“I’m afraid that would be against the rules,” Salzer said. “Too many visits might excite our friends. I’m sure you will understand?”
Kerman looked at me thoughtfully.
“You’re quite right. I hadn’t thought of that,” he said, and drifted towards the door.