Beside the glass a phial labelled laudanum.
Something possessed the intruder to empty the contents of the phial into the glass, and just as he had done so, the sufferer opened his eyes.
"Who's there?"
"It's me, Señor Velasquez," said the tiger. "You have been ill——"
"What do you do here?" demanded the notary, sharply.
"You called out. I thought I might be of assistance."
"No, no."
"Then I will go, señor," said Chivey, "for I am tired."
"Stay, give me my physic before you go."
Chivey handed him the glass.