In the sitting room, a tense silence grew between the two men. Evidently, the Doctor had finished speaking. Max shifted uncomfortably. He was about to break the silence when Doctor Francis spoke again. “Do you agree that I am correct in my observations and deductions?”

Max stared hard at the crippled doctor whose attention to detail fell just short of mind reading. He didn’t like giving out information but he couldn’t see any reason to lie. “It’s all true. The murderer the papers have dubbed the Cyclops has struck again. This time a clue at the scene directed me here.”

“And that would be?”

Max hesitated. Something in his gut told him to draw the line there. If anyone in the Westchester Asylum was involved in the murder, he didn’t want to give them the means to cover their tracks.

Doctor Francis smiled indulgently as if Max had spoken aloud. “I understand your reluctance, this is an investigation afterall.”

Inwardly, Max snarled. He was beginning to hate the way the Doctor seemed able to read his mind.