"Is this type of medical care ordinarily given to a prisoner-patient?"
"The type of care depends upon the case, Mr. Emspak. In a case such as this, I would regard the treatment as routine. You see, in the past decade our approach to any patient has become one of total therapy...."
"And in the case of a prisoner, what do you do when the therapy is completed?"
The Administrator looked surprised.
"Why, we return him to jail—in accordance with the law."
Jake Emspak stood in silence, contemplatively staring down at the blue veins on the back of his hands. At length, he announced:
"Your Honor, the Defense will conclude tomorrow morning, after one more witness—a man who goes by the name of Tony Corfino...."
The sweat on the pale, polished skin of Tony's forehead stood out like drops of summer rain; they seemed to have fallen there rather than seeped out through the pores.
A polygraph lie detector had been set up under Jake's direction and wheeled close to the witness stand. A technician opened the front of Tony's shirt and made fast the pneumograph tube with the aid of a beaded chain. Next, a blood-pressure cuff, of the type used by physicians, was fasted around Tony's right arm. A set of electrodes was attached to the palmar and dorsal surfaces of the hand of the other arm. The recorder showing the graph lines had been specially constructed so as to be visible throughout the courtroom, and to the television cameras.