The nurse brought the water but not the mirror. Virginia Trent drank it petulantly, regarded the heavy flannel nightgown which came high up around her neck and said to the nurse, “That’s a nightgown I hardly ever wear? Where did you find it?”
“It was in the bottom drawer on the right-hand side. I...”
“Well, why didn’t you get the ones in the upper drawer on top?”
“You’d had quite a shock,” the nurse said. “I was afraid you might get chilled. Your resistance was lowered. The sedative started taking effect in the taxicab.”
Virginia Trent said, “I remember now — those officers. They’re a bunch of sadists. They love to torture the helpless.”
“What did they do?” Mason asked.
“Thundered questions at me and almost drove me crazy,” she said. “I guess I had hysterics again.”
“You did,” the nurse told her.
“Then what happened?”
“Finally a doctor gave you a sedative, and I was detailed to take you home and see that you slept.”