Indeed, Jorce was in the habit of saying that "There were more mad people in the world than were kept under lock and key," and in this he was doubtless right.

However, the kindly and judicious little man was like a father to those under his charge, and very popular with them all.
Anything more unlike the popular conception of an asylum than the establishment at Hampstead can scarcely be imagined.
When Lucian arrived at "The Haven," he found that Jorce had long since returned from his holiday, and was that day at home; so on sending in his card he was at once admitted into the presence of the local potentate.

Jorce, looking smaller and more like a fairy changeling than ever, was evidently pleased to see Lucian, but a look on his dry, yellow face indicated that he was somewhat puzzled to account for the visit.
However, preliminary greetings having passed, Lucian did not leave him long in doubt.
"Dr.Jorce," he said boldly, and without preamble, "I have called to see you about that alibi of Signor Ferruci's." "Alibi is a nasty word, Mr.Denzil," said Jorce, looking sharply at his visitor.
"Perhaps, but it is the only word that can be used with propriety." "But I thought that I was called on to decide a bet." "Oh, that was Count Ferruci's clever way of putting it," responded Lucian, with a sneer.

"He did not wish you to know too much about his business." "H'm! Perhaps I know more than you think, Mr.Denzil." "What do you mean, sir ?" cried Lucian sharply.
"Softly, Mr.Denzil, softly," rejoined the doctor, waving his hand.

"I shall explain everything to your satisfaction.