FIVE MINUTES AFTER his injection, Hamelin was as peaceful as a flounder and was rolled through the swinging doors. An hour’s discussion of the probable outcome, carried on in the privacy of Mudgett’s office, bore very little additional fruit, however.
“It’s our only course,” Carson said. “It’s what we hoped to gain from his visit, duly modified by circumstances. It all comes down to this: Hamelin’s compromised himself, and he knows it.”
“But,” Mudgett said, “suppose he was right? What about all that talk of his about mass insanity?”
“I’m sure it’s true,” Carson said, his voice trembling slightly despite his best efforts at control. “It’s going to be rougher than ever down here for the next five years, Colonel. Our only consolation is that the enemy must have exactly the same problem; an
