“He says it rests with you.”
“You must have misunderstood him.”
“Not at all, sir. One thing is clear; my letters have been stolen either by him or you; and I will know which.”
The doctor parried with a formula.
“You are excited, Mr. Hardie. Be calm, sir, be calm: or you will be here all the longer.”
All Alfred obtained by this interview was a powerful opiate. The head-keeper brought it him in bed. He declined to take it. The man whistled, and the room filled with keepers.
“Now,” said Cooper, “down with it, or you'll have to be drenched with this cowhorn.”
“You had better take it, sir,” said Brown; “the doctor has ordered it you.”
“The doctor? Well, let me see the doctor about it.”
“He is gone.”