Asylum Page #3

Naturally, I give them no credence...

but I do need to know

why they might have arisen.

Stella talked to Stark in the garden.

She talks to many of the patients.

What of it?

Stella?

Well, Charlie was fond of him so

of course I spoke to him occasionally.

- You danced with him at the ball.

- I danced with you, too.

I'm afraid it's true.

My God!

- Does Max know?

- I suspect so.

It's a bloody catastrophe!

The Home Office will be apoplectic,

and in my last year.

- Doubtless they'll require a head to roll.

- Well, they're not having mine!

Did you never think

the man might try to escape?

Of course not.

Otherwise, I would have prevented it.

Well, you were right about Max.

He's not for us.

Appalling, bloody stupid woman!

She practically chauffeured the man

out of the door!

As for the wife, never in 40 years.

He obviously has no control over her.

Who will be her next prey,

for God's sake?

He'll have to go.

May I suggest that we don't toss

that particular bone to the press?

At least, not yet.

We'll be crucified in the papers as it is.

They love a madman on the loose.

We must preserve the integrity

of the hospital for the future.

Peter, when the Inspector arrives...

do you think we can play down

the more lurid aspects...

of Stark's recent activities?

Naturally.

Do you think Stella

helped him to escape?

Not particularly. She was manipulated.

I suspect she's fallen in love with him.

You're fixated.

That's why you passed him fit for work

when you knew he was unstable.

Drivel. Your wife destabilized him.

One could hardly have predicted

that element in the equation.

I assume you're acting as Jack's

factotum sent to extract my resignation?

Spare us the grandiosity. Just get on

with your work and keep quiet.

I might remind you

that I'm your superior.

In what sense?

How long?

- You're supposed to time me.

- I'm sorry, darling.

If they catch him, will he be in trouble?

I don't think they will catch him.

He's been gone too long.

I think he's on a boat

sailing back to Australia.

I think you should come and talk to me.

Unofficially, of course.

Let me help you.

I might go up to town tomorrow

and do some early Christmas shopping.

- Something for me?

- Wait and see.

I'm Nick. It was me on the phone.

Why were you so late?

Had to be sure you weren't followed.

How do you know him?

I was his assistant...

before.

Did you think I'd abandoned you?

I couldn't contact you till it was safe.

And it's safe now?

- How was London?

- Busy.

I saw something for you,

but they didn't have your size.

I have to go and collect it next week.

Successful trip?

You find what you were after?

Yes. Finally.

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