“Where is my wife?” he asked in a thick voice.

“She is not here and you’d better go, too, quick,” answered the doctor.

Mr. Lupo looked at him with an ugly expression, his eyes narrowing, as his wife’s had done when she had approached Miss Campbell with the carving knife.

“Who are you?” he asked.

“I am a doctor.”

“Has anything happened? My wife, she is crazy when she is mad. Is that the reason why she ran away?”

“Does your wife flourish carving knives?”

Mr. Lupo retreated with a terrified expression.

“She has—?” he was too frightened to finish.

“No,” replied the doctor. “The lady was too strong for her here.” He touched his forehead with his finger.