“You left my home of your own free will. I think I need hardly point out to you that I am not compelled to invite you back to it.”
“And what will Sylvia——” I stopped; appalled at the vista the words opened up.
“My wife,” said van Tuiver, “will ultimately choose between her husband and her most remarkable acquaintance.”
“And you gentlemen?” I turned to the others. “You would give your sanction to this outrageous action?”
“As the older of the physicians in charge of this case——” began Dr. Gibson.
I turned to van Tuiver again. “When your wife finds out what you have done to me—what will you answer?”
“We will deal with that situation when we come to it.”
“Of course,” I said, “you understand that sooner or later I shall get word to her!”
He answered, “We shall assume from now on that you are a mad woman, and shall take our precautions accordingly.”
Again there was a silence.