"You're an important man, doctor," Ferris said. "Nobody would care if
Mitchell or I cured ourselves of headaches--they might not even believe
us if we said we did. But the proper authorities will believe a man
of your reputation. Besides, neither of us has a record of chronic
migraine. You do."
"Yes, I do," Macklin said. "Very well. Go ahead. Give me your
injection."
Mitchell cleared his throat. "Are you positive, doctor?" he asked
uncertainly. "Perhaps you would like a few days to think it over."
"No! I'm ready. Go ahead, right now."
"There's a simple release," Ferris said smoothly.
Macklin groped in his pocket for a pen.