Dr. Murchison pressed a button on his desk.
“One moment,” he said. “I propose to deal with your difficulties as they arise. You apparently considered it strange that Mr. Godstone, who came here before you arrived, and whom you had never seen until today, should have addressed you as Doctor Sedgwick. Let me first dispose of that.”
“Is this necessary, Doctor?” said Constance, flushing. “I have admitted my mistake.”
“I prefer to put the matter beyond all doubt,” said Doctor Murchison. “I shall refrain from making any appeal to your confidence. I propose to give you the facts. Mr. Godstone is suffering, among other things, from two fixed delusions—the first that he is myself, and the second that every woman he encounters in this establishment is Doctor Sedgwick. You will remember that it wa
