Gyuri
was not very choice in the methods by which he controlled the
patients confided to his care.
"May I sit down also?" asked Muller.
Varna pushed forward a chair. His movements were like those of
an automaton.
"And now tell me how you like it here?" began the detective. Varna
answered with a low soft voice, "Oh, I like it very much, sir."
As he spoke he looked up at Gyuri, whose eyes still bore their
commanding expression.
"They treat you kindly here?"
"Oh, yes."
"The doctor is very good to you?"
"Ah, the doctor is so good!" Varna's dull eyes brightened.
"And the others are good to you also?"
"Oh, yes." The momentary gleam in the sad had vanished again.
"Where did you get this red scar?"
The patient became uneasy, he moved anxiously on his chair and
looked up at Gyuri. It was evident that he realised there would be
more red marks if he told the truth to this stranger.
Muller did not insist upon an answer. "You are uneasy and nervous
sometimes, aren't you?"
"Yes, sir, I have been--nervous--lately."
"And they don't let you go out at such times?"
"Why, I--no, I may not go out at such times.
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