I dropped the scalpel. I said, quietly: "It's all right now, you can release me."
The guard Bill said nothing. His comrade did not loose his grip. I twisted my head and I saw that both
their faces were sallow white. I said:
"It was what I had expected. It was why I instructed you. It is over. You can keep your guns on me if
you like."
The guard who held me freed my arms. I touched my cheek gingerly. I said mildly:
"You must have hit me rather hard, Bill."
He said: "If you could a seen your face, Doc, you'd wonder I didn't smash it."
I nodded, clearly sensible now of the demonic quality of that rage, I asked:
"What did I do?"