These women, these unhappy creatures, they come to me for help. And like any doctor in this city I could end their troubles safely, easily. But it is illegal. So I must turn them away to be mungled and shredded by these quacks, criminals on the back streets and side alleys. And then they come to me after and I must make good the wretched work. And then they come to me again, pregnant again, and I can neither treat them nor teach them for to speak of contraception is obscene in the eyes of the law. Forgive me, Inspector, I’m maddened by it.