“Your control,” said Moïse to us, “was wonderful—marvellous. Your very expressions had altered. The doctors said your looks were ‘very bad, treacherous, haine.’ You, Jones, have a fixed delusion—(idée fixée)—and Hill has melancholia, they say. They have ordered that a sentry be posted to prevent your committing suicide and that you and your room be thoroughly cleaned, by force if necessary. Do you remember the doctors’ visit?”
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“THE FURIOUS.”—E. H. JONES
Our memories, we said, were utterly blank, and we got the Pimple to relate what had occurred.
“It was truly a glorious exhibition of the power of our Spook,” the Pimple ended, “and the Commandant is greatly pleased. I trust you suffer no ill-effects?”
We were only very tired, and very anxious that the doctors’ suggestions as to cleaning up should be carried out. Sentries were called in. Our bedding and possessions were moved to a clean room, and we were led out into the yard and made to bathe in the horse-trough. Then we slept the sleep of the successful conspirator till evening.
CHAPTER XXII
HOW THE SPOOK CORRESPONDED WITH THE TURKISH WAR
OFFICE AND GOT A REPLY
I woke at sunset to find Doc. O’Farrell bending over me. “Doctors been here?” he asked in a hoarse whisper.