The Medusa Touch Page #3

Doctor, Mrs. Harrison's here to see you.

I'm sorry, Inspector, I have a patient now.

- If I can be of any further help...

- you can.

I want to hear those other incidents.

If he believed he was involved in disasters

he may have convinced someone else too.

And they sought revenge.

I hardly think so.

Most people are very sane about delusions.

It's only the deluded themselves

who take their stories seriously.

I could come at 6, after you've finished.

Tonight?

There's a murderer or at least

an attempted murderer somewhere in London.

And I would like to find him.

I'm meeting someone for dinner.

All right, Inspector, 6 o'clock.

Thank you.

Does "West Front" mean anything to you?

He wrote it in his journal

next to your name.

No, I don't know what that means.

Thank you, Doctor.

- Please, try to keep the corridor clear.

- Sorry.

- Anything?

- No, sir, he's hardly alive.

I've met a Doctor Johnson, is he here now?

I think so, they're all pretty busy

and a bit unhappy about the bed

being tied up.

- It doesn't seem as though...

- Wait, there he is.

We'll have to have more plasma.

Call Leeds and try to get McManus here.

Give them the full list of casualties.

Inspector Brunel,

what a pain in the derriere you're being.

White, separate the children's figures,

that'll get McManus.

It's a waste of time,

we can't really afford that apparatus.

Waste of your time too.

- If We could Get one word from him.

- The jaw's off its hinges.

He couldn't form a word if he was sensate.

He could write one.

See that?

That's his pulse.

Now look at that

and you'll be watching a miracle.

That's the EEG, his brain.

It shouldn't be working at all

after the way it's been smashed.

The brain's a power to itself.

Brunel, when that brain stops screaming,

I'll need that bed badly.

Stay by him and keep

your pad and pencil ready.

It's all right, the Assistant Commissioner

wants a word with you.

Your office said you were on the way

to his publishers, I just wanted a word.

Your privilege.

- Are you on anything else?

- Yes, sir.

- there was a knifing in Clapham Common.

- Drop it.

We want to know who did it.

So do I.

I'm glad it fell to you.

We wouldn't dream of taking you off it.

Why don't you go and chat

in Piccadilly Circus?

You'd stop a bit more traffic there.

Is there something else?

No, just keep me informed.

He was a brilliant writer

and his last books were the best.

- What were They about?

- Evil and the power.

He had the gift for tying one to the other,

but nobody wanted to know.

Copies always sold,

but somehow they never got reviewed.

Could he have made enemies

with what he wrote?

You'd better read him and see.

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