Wallace worked, and when he realized where he was, he grew frantic and demanded to be treated by anyone else.

The doctor himself was arrested only hours later.

I will not dwell on their misfortunes, because there is no pleasure to be taken in them, only the grim relief of a danger finally ended.

I want to be careful, here, not to turn their downfall into a kind of entertainment, because Raymond himself never did, and I think he was right not to.

It would be easy to describe the crash, and the panic, and the irony of the hospital, as a satisfying comeuppance, the wicked getting theirs.