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[Delaney Evan]

muttered in a sleepy voice but without malice : '  All right, then . . . but
you'll pay for it ... I warned you, but if you want to ... What interests me
most now is Pontius Pilate . . .  Pilate . .  .' And with that he closed his
eyes.
     'Vanna, put him in No. 117 by himself and with someone to watch him.'
The doctor gave his  instructions and replaced his spectacles. Then  Ryukhin
shuddered again : a pair of white  doors  opened without a sound  and beyond
them stretched  a  corridor lit  by  a row of  blue night-bulbs. Out  of the
corridor rolled a couch on rubber wheels. The sleeping Ivan was lifted on to
it, he was pushed off down the corridor and the doors closed after him.
     'Doctor,' asked the shaken Ryukhin in a whisper, ' is he really ill?'
     'Oh yes,' replied the doctor.
     'Then what's the matter with him?' enquired Rvukhin timidly.
     The exhausted doctor looked at Ryukhin and answered wearily:
     'Overstimulation  of the motor  nerves  and  speech  centres  .  .