"You are the other one," the clear feminine voice said. "Your name is Mitchell."
She couldn't have sounded calmer or more self-possessed, Mitchell thought.
"That's right, Mrs. Macklin. I'm Dr. Steven Mitchell, Dr. Ferris's associate."
"Do you have a license to dispense narcotics?"
"What do you mean by that, Mrs. Macklin," Mitchell said sharply.
"I used to be a nurse, Dr. Mitchell. I know you've given my husband heroin."
"That's absurd. What makes you think a thing like that?"
"The—trance he's in now."
"Now, Mrs. Macklin. Neither Dr. Ferris or myself have been near your husband for a full day. The effects of a narcotic would have worn off by this time."
"Most known narcotics," she admitted, "but evidently you have discovered something new. Is it so expensive to refine you and Ferris have to recruit new customers to keep yourselves supplied?"