“Mr. Bartholomew was looking at me, sir.”
“Then you did not note that there was another envelope in that pile, just like the top one, only empty?”
“I did not, sir.”
“Very good. You may go on now. You dropped the curtain. What did you do next?”
“I prepared his soothing medicine.” Her voice fell and an expression of great trouble crossed her countenance. “I always had this ready in case he should grow restless in the night.”
“A soothing medicine! Where was that kept?”
“With the rest of the medicines in the cabinet built into the small passage-way leading to the upper door.”
“And you went there for the soothing medicine. At about what time?”
“Not far from eleven o’clock, sir: I remember thinking as I passed by the mantel-clock how displeased Dr. Cameron would be if he knew that Mr. Bartholomew’s light was not yet out.”
“Go on; what about the medicine? Did you give it to him every night?”