The antidote had been given in time.
. . . . . . .
Kennedy was considerably broken up by the narrow escape which he had had, and, naturally, even the next morning, did not feel like himself.
In the excitement of leaving Elaine's we had forgotten the bottle of digitalin. As for myself, I had been so overjoyed at seeing my old friend restored that I would have forgotten anything.
Kennedy looked rather wan and peaked, but insisted on going to the laboratory as usual.
"Do you remember what became of the bottle of digitalin?" he asked, fumbling in the closet.
Mechanically I felt in my own pockets; it was not there. I shook my head.
"I don't seem to remember what became of it—perhaps we left it there.
In fact, we must have left it there."
"I don't like to have such things lying around loose," remarked Kennedy, taking up his hat and coat with forced energy. "I think we had better get it."
Elaine had spent rather a sleepless night after the attempt to poison her which had miscarried and resulted in poisoning Kennedy.