"But you think it won't have much effect—eh!"
"I'm afraid she won't believe me."
Carfew glared.
"Then send her to me!" he said. It was the voice of an Imperator of Medicine.
"She might not be willing to see you."
"Mh!... This complicates matters. For the present moment, Mr. Chesney is out of danger. I have given his man—Naylor...!"
"Gaynor."
"I have given Gaynor full instructions. The attack will be over in twenty-four hours. He has taken a most amazing amount of cocaine within the last three days—winding up with a huge dose of morphia. Cocaine excites—morphia soothes—in the end. When was he last violent?"
Sophy felt as though choking.
"Last evening," she managed to articulate.