I've been transcribing my marginalia, as usual, and once more luxuriated in this passage:
“She was being forced into a straitjacket, flung into a padded cell, and they were bricking up the door… no, it was some bizarre corset device, forcing her neck back, crushing her abdomen, arms laced painfully into a single glove at her back… Camilla was helping her into a gown of satin and velvet and lace, and then into a hood of padded leather that they buckled over her head as they led her to the gallows… and the nurses held her down while Dr. Archer penetrated her with a grotesque syringe of vile poison, and Mrs. Castigne forced the yellow tonic down her throat as she pinned her face between her thighs… And Camilla’s lips dripped blood as she rose from her kiss, and her fangs were hypodermic needles, injecting poison, sucking life… they were wheeling her into the torture chamber, where Dr. Archer awaited her (“It’s only a frontal lobotomy, just to relieve the pressure on these two diseased lobes.”) and plunges the bloody scalpel deep between her thighs… and they are strapping her into the metal chair in the death cell, shoving the rubber gag between her teeth and blinding her with the leather hood, and Dr. Archer grasps the thick black handle of the switch and pulls it down and sends the current ripping through her nerves… she stands naked in shackles before the black-masked judges, and Dr. Archer gloatingly exposes the giant needle (“Just an injection of my elixir, and she’s quite safe for two more weeks.”)… and the nurses in rubber aprons hold her writhing upon the altar, while Dr. Archer adjusts the hangman’s mask and thrusts the electrodes into her breast… (“Just a shot of my prolixir, and she’s quite sane for two more weeks.”)… then the judge in wig and mask and black robe smacks down the braided whip and screams “She must be locked away forever!... she tears away the mask and Mrs. Castaigne screams “She must be locked in here forever!”… she tears away the mask and her own face screams “She must be locked in you forever!”… then Camilla and Mrs. Castaigne lead her back into her cell, and they strap her to her bed and force the rubber gag between her teeth, and Mrs. Castaigne adjusts her surgeon’s mask while Camilla clamps the electrodes to her nipples, and the current rips into her and her brain screams and screams unheard… “I think she no longer needs to be drugged.” Mrs. Castaigne smiled, and her lips are bright with blood. “She’s one of us now. She always has been one of us”… and they leave her alone in darkness on the promise “We’ll begin again tomorrow” and the echo, “She’ll be good for two more weeks.””
Also, in the afterword I was amused that KEW's "In the Pines" is based on a folk song his friend Manly Wade Wellman by coincidence had also found inspiration on for a Silver john story.