Eliza Graves Page #5
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Do you now, Doctor?
I-I'd be delighted.
Oh, dear.
I'm afraid that will stain.
Soda water
will save it.
Follow me.
You must leave here
immediately.
But I've only
just arrived.
You do not belong here.
Why, I was going to say
There's time before
they get suspicious.
They'll assume you went to your room
to change your shirt, but don't.
Leave your things.
Go straight to the stable.
The roan is the most
sure-footed on the moor.
She'll see you
safely back to town.
You want me
to steal a horse?
Lower your voice.
No, not until you tell me
what's going on.
Do as I say.
Leave.
Now.
Eliza.
Eliza, please...
Mrs. Graves,
I'm... I'm so sorry.
I didn't mean
to upset you.
Mrs. Graves, indeed,
then listen to me.
There's-There's something
I need to tell you.
Help us.
Please.
Get off me.
Help us!
Help us!
Help us.
We need food.
Please.
Please, help us.
Who are you, boy?
I-I'm a doctor.
Liar.
I've never set eyes on you.
Where are you from?
Upstairs.
Before that, you fool.
I'm from Oxford.
You listen to me,
and listen
carefully, boy.
You have got to help us
escape from these cages.
We're not mad.
We're not mad.
We're not mad.
We're not mad. Please.
Please help us.
Of course you're not.
You've got to help us.
I will, I will.
First thing in the morning,
I'll consult with Dr. Lamb.
Dr. Lamb?
Are you daft?
If he learns that you found us,
he'll slit your throat and ours.
You must get the keys.
Let us out.
Please, we're not mad.
All right.
You've got to help us.
I'll see to it
in the morning.
Let us out.
Newgate.
Edward Newgate.
How do you know
my name?
Your letter.
You remember, Benjamin?
It was weeks ago.
The young man who wrote
to us from Oxford.
I remember.
Newgate.
Your letter came
with the last mail delivery
before Lamb
overthrew us.
Overthrew you?
Yes.
Overthrew?
What is going on?
I am Marion Pike.
Matron.
Charles Swanwick.
Chief medical officer.
Nurse. William Paxton,
groundskeeper.
Dr. Benjamin Salt,
rightful Superintendent
of Stonehearst asylum.
Wait.
Wait, wait, wait.
If you really are
the superintendent,
then that means
that Dr. Lamb is...
A lunatic demon
of the worst kind.
Oh, good God.
God.
What happened?
They put something
in our drink, Doc.
Chloral hydrate.
It's-It's a surgical anesthetic.
It's colorless
and odorless,
but lethal
in imprecise doses.
I lost four
doctors that night.
Three of my nurses died.
Poor creatures.
They'd been planning this for months.
Treacherous bastards.
to slip us...
A Mickey Finn.
I don't believe...
They give us water,
a pittance of food.
But make no mistake,
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