"But Mrs. Macklin!" Mitchell protested. "You will have to get a court
order overruling your husband's wishes."
She smoothed an eyebrow with the third finger of her right hand. "That
was my original thought. But I've redecided."
"Redecided!" Carson burst out almost hysterically.
"Yes. I can't go against Elliot's wishes. It would be monstrous to put
him back where he would suffer the hell of those headaches once again,
where he never had a moment's peace from worry and pressure. He's happy
now. Like a child, but happy."
"Mrs. Macklin," the Army man said levelly, "if you don't help us
restore your husband's mind we will be forced to get a court order
declaring him incompetent."
"But he is not! Legally, I mean," the woman stormed.
"Maybe not. It's a borderline case. But I think any court would give us
the edge where restoring the mind of Elliot Macklin was concerned. Once
he's certified incompetent, authorities can rule whether Mitchell and
Ferris' antitoxin treatment is the best method of restoring Dr. Macklin
to sanity."
"I doubt very much if the court would rule in that manner," she said.