“How are you, Richling? How’s Reisen?”
“Doctor,” said Richling, “I’m afraid Mr. Reisen is”—Their eyes met.
“Insane,” said the Doctor.
“Yes.”
“Does his wife know whether he has ever had such symptoms before—in his life?”
“She says he hasn’t.”
“I suppose you know his pecuniary condition perfectly; has he money?”
“Plenty.”
“He’ll not consent to go away anywhere, I suppose, will he?”
“Not an inch.”