your own cigarettes."
"My partner's," Teddy admitted.
"Never took one from a doctor or an orderly?"
Teddy could feel the cigarettes he'd won in poker that night nestled in his shirt pocket. He remembered smoking one of Cawley's the day they'd arrived, how it had tasted sweeter than other tobaccos he'd had in his life.
She could see the answer in his face.
"It takes an average of three to four days for neuroleptic narcotics
to reach workable levels in the bloodstream. During that time, you'd
barely notice their effects. Sometimes, patients have seizures. Seizures can often be dismissed as migraines, particularly if the patient has a migraine history. These seizures are rare, in any event. Usually, the only noticeable effects are that the patient - " "Stop calling me a patient."
" - dreams with an increased vividness and for longer sections of time, the dreams often stringing together and piggybacking off one another until they come to resemble a novel written by Picasso. The other noticeable effect is that the patient feels just a bit, oh, foggy. His thoughts are a wee bit less accessible. But he hasn't been sleeping well, all those dreams you know, and so he can be forgiven for feeling a bit sluggish. And no, Marshal, I wasn't calling you a 'patient.' Not yet. I was speaking rhetorically."
"If I avoid all food, cigarettes, coffee, pills, how much damage could already be done?"
She pulled her hair back off her face and twisted it into a knot behind her head. "A lot, I'm afraid."
"Let's say I can't get off this island until tomorrow. Let's say the drugs have begun to take effect. How will I know?"
"The most obvious indicators will be a dry mouth coupled para doxically with a drool impulse and, oh yes, palsy. You'll notice small tremors. They begin where your wrist meets your thumb and they usually ride along that thumb for a while before they own your hands." Own.
Teddy said, "What else?"
"Sensitivity to light, left-brain headaches, words begin to stick.
You'll stutter more."
Teddy could hear the ocean outside, the tide coming in, smashing against the rocks.
"What goes on in the lighthouse?" he said.
She hugged herself and leaned toward the fire. "Surgery."
"Surgery? They can do surgery in the hospital."
"Brain surgery."
Teddy said, "They can do that there too."
She stared into the flames. "Exploratory surgery. Not the 'Let's open-the-skull-and-fix-that' kind. No. The 'Let's-open-the-skull-and see-what-happens-if-we-pull-on-this' kind. The illegal kind, Marshal. Learned-it-from-the-Nazis kind." She smiled at him. "That's where they try to build their ghosts."
"Who knows about this? On the island, I mean?"
"About the lighthouse?"
"Yes, the lighthouse."
"Everyone."
"Come on. The orderlies, the nurses?"
She held Teddy's eyes through the flame, and hers were stead3/and clear.
"Everyone," she repeated.
HE DIDN'T REMEMBER falling asleep, but he must have, because she was shaking him.
She said, "You have to go. They think I'm dead. They think I drowned. If they come looking for you, they could find me. I'm sorry. But you have to go."
He stood and rubbed his cheeks just below his eyes.
"There's a road," she said. "Just east of the top of this cliff. Follow it and it winds down to the west. It'll take you out behind the old como mander's mansion after about an hour's walk."
"Are you Rachel Solando?" he said. "I know the one I met was a fake."
"How do you know?"
Teddy thought back to his thumbs the night before. He'd been staring at them as they put him to bed. When he woke, they'd been cleaned. Shoe polish, he'd thought, but then he remembered touching her face...
"Her hair was dyed. Recently," he said.
"You need to go." She turned his shoulder gently toward the opening.
"If I need to come back," he said.
"I won't be here. I move during the day. New places every night."
"But I could come get you, take you off here."
She gave him a sad smile and brushed the hair back along his term ples. "You haven't heard a word I've said, have you?"
"I have."
"You'll never get off here. You're one of us now." She pressed her fingers to his shoulder, nudgdd him toward the opening. Teddy stopped at the ledge, looked back at her. "I had a friend. He was with me tonight and we got separated. Have you seen him?" She gave him the same sad smile.
"Marshal," she said, "you have no friends."
BY THE TIME he reached the back of Cawley's house, he could barely walk.
He made his way out from behind the house and started up the road to the main gate, feeling as if the distance had quadrupled since this morning,