They found Mrs. Macklin in the dining room, her face at the picture window an attractive silhouette. She turned as the men approached.
"Mrs. Macklin," the colonel began, "these gentlemen believe they can cure your husband of his present condition."
"Really?" she said. "Did you speak to Elliot about that?"
"Y-yes," Colonel Carson said, "but he's not himself. He refused the treatment. He wants to remain in his state of lower intelligence."
She nodded. "If those are his wishes, I can't go against them."
"But Mrs. Macklin!" Mitchell protested. "You will have to get a court order overruling your husband's wishes."
She smoothed an eyebrow with the third finger of her right hand. "That was my original thought. But I've redecided."
"Redecided!" Carson burst out almost hysterically.
"Yes. I can't go against Elliot's wishes. It would be monstrous to put him back where he would suffer the hell of those headaches once again, where he never had a moment's peace from worry and pressure. He's happy now. Like a child, but happy."