There are a few other things. Weesee, when she used that word, Loup-garou, was right, at least in a sense. The word means werewolf.'
Whitaker protested with a gasp of astonishment.
'They don't exist,' he said sharply, jolted by a memory of old movies.
The doctor replied quickly:
'No, of course not. Not that way, not like some monster, a vampire or some such'
'What's the matter with him?'
The doctor spoke softly, unwilling to stop until he had talked out the whole scope of the problem.
'It is a type of encephalitis. Uncommon, but there, as solidly classified in medical literature as measles. Late effects of acute infectious encephalitis, lycanthropy, to be exact. Once it was called a form of monomania. Morbus lupinus is another name.'
'You will have to hunt him down. Then he will have to be kept in a cell, for a long time, under strong drugs, probably until he dies.' De Glew touched his throat, cleared it slightly. 'The alternative is that you hunt him down and kill him. He will kill, Aaron.'
'Won't it pass?' asked Whitaker incredulously.
'I don't think so, not permanently. And pass for how long? Suppose he is only mad one day out of four.' The doctor paused. 'Or when the moon is full. Or when he sees it full in his mind's eye.
