Muller, or to give him his right
name, Lajos Varna," explained the doctor turning to his guest. "He
is the 302nd patient who has been received here in these twenty
years. Then Cardillac is quiet again?" he asked, looking up at the
young giant. "I am glad of that. You can announce our visit to
him. This gentleman wants to inspect the asylum."
Muller realised that this was the attendant Gyuri, and he looked at
him attentively. He was soon clear in his own mind that this
remarkably handsome man did not please him, in fact awoke in him a
feeling of repulsion. The attendant's quiet, almost cat-like
movements were in strange contrast to the massivity of his superb
frame, and his large round eyes, shaped for open, honest glances,
were shifty and cunning. They seemed to be asking "Are you trying
to discover anything about me?" coupled with a threat. "For your own
sake you had better not do it."
When the young man had left the room Muller rose hastily and walked
up and down several times. His face was flushed and his lips tight
set. Suddenly he exclaimed: "I do not like this Gyuri."
Dr. Orszay looked up astonished. "There are many others who do not
like him--most of his fellow-warders for instance, and all of the
patients.
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