“I want no devoted champions,” said the cutting voice; “even the folly of one's friends bores one at last. You don't suppose I should have let these lunatics out of their cells without good reason. I have the best and fullest reason. They can be let out of their cell today, because today the whole world has become their cell. I will have no more medieval mummery of chains and doors. Let them wander about the earth as they wandered about this garden, and I shall still be their easy master. Let them take the wings of the morning and abide in the uttermost parts of the sea—I am there. Whither shall they go from my presence and whither shall they flee from my spirit? Courage, Dr. Quayle, and do not be downhearted; the real days of tyranny are only beginning on this earth.”
And with that the Master laughed and swung away from them, almost as if his laugh was a bad thing for people to see.
“Might I speak to you a moment?” said Turnbull, stepping forward with a respectful resolution. But the shoulders of the Master only seemed to take on a new and unexpected angle of mockery as he strode away.
Turnbull swung round with great abruptness to the other two doctors, and said, harshly: “What in snakes does he mean—and who are you?”
“My name is Hutton,” said the short, stout man, “and I am—well, one of those whose business it is to uphold this establishment.”
“My name is Turnbull,” said the other; “I am one of those whose business it is to tear it to the ground.”
The small doctor smiled, and Turnbull's anger seemed suddenly to steady him.
“But I don't want to talk about that,” he said, calmly; “I only want to know what the Master of this asylum really means.”
Dr. Hutton's smile broke into a laugh which, short as it was, had the suspicion of a shake in it. “I suppose you think that quite a simple question,” he said.
“I think it a plain question,” said Turnbull, “and one that deserves a plain answer. Why did the Master lock us up in a couple of cupboards like jars of pickles for a mortal month, and why does he now let us walk free in the garden again?”