CHAPTER XI.
When Dr.Braden Thorpe arrived in New York City on the fourteenth of March he was met at the pier by a horde of newspaper men.

For the first time, he was made to appreciate "the importance of being earnest." These men, through a frequently prompted spokesman, put questions to him that were so startling in their boldness that he was staggered by the misconception that had preceded him into his home land.
He was asked such questions as these: "But, doctor, would you do that sort of thing to a person who was dear to you,--say a wife, a mother or an only child ?" "How could you be sure that a person was hopelessly afflicted ?" "Have you ever put this theory of yours into practice on the other side ?" "How many lives have you taken in this way, doctor,--if it is a fair question ?" "Do you expect to practise openly in New York ?" "And if you do practise, how many patients do you imagine would come to you, knowing your views ?" "How would you kill 'em,--with poison or what ?" And so on, almost without end.
He was to find that a man can become famous and infamous in a single newspaper headline, and as for the accuracy of the interviews there was but one thing to be said: the questions were invariably theirs and the answers also.

He did his best to make them understand that he was merely advancing a principle and not practising a crime, that his hand had never been brought down to kill, that his heart was quite as tender as any other man's, and that he certainly was not advocating murder in any degree.

Nor was he at present attempting to proselyte.
When he finally escaped the reporters, his brow was wet with the sweat of one who finds himself confronted by a superior force and with no means of defence.

He knew that he was to be assailed by every paper in New York.
They would tear him to shreds.
Wade was at the pier.