“I’m not much of a theatre-goer, but I have heard of Miss Bessie Moore. I wasn’t aware that she was——” He finished his sentence by touching his forehead with his finger.
“I am prepared to certify that, at present, she is mentally incapable; and that to place her under arrest would be to imperil not only her sanity, but her life.”
“Very good. And in the presence of these witnesses you undertake to produce her whenever she’s required.”
“I do.”
“And does Mr. Ferguson join you in that undertaking?” I informed him that I did. “And where is Miss Moore going now?”
“To her own home.”
“One of our men ought to go with her.”
“One of your men will do nothing of the kind,” I observed.
Hume said the same thing with a greater flow of language.
“If you give me notice of Miss Moore’s being required, for any purpose whatever, I will undertake to produce her within the hour. More, if I have reason to suspect my capacity to continue that guarantee I will advise you on the instant.”