“Can you tell me something more about his exact symptoms?”
“Why, yes, of course. It started about an hour after he came to the office. He had a terrific headache, and then all of a sudden he became nauseated. I suggested he should lie down on the couch for a while, to see if that wouldn’t make him feel better. I thought he went to sleep for a few minutes; then he had another spell of nausea, and that wakened him. He kept complaining of a terrific burning thirst in his mouth and throat, and I told him we should call a doctor. He said he’d go home and have the doctor come there. Then I called Dr. Clarge and told him Mr. Milbers was very ill and was taking a cab home, asking him to please go there at once to meet the cab when it arrived.”
“Did you ride out with Mr. Milbers?”
“Yes.”
“What happened?”
“He was sick in the cab on the way out. His stomach and intestines were terribly tender. When we got to the house, we had to help him. The cab driver was grinning. He thought the poor man had been staging a celebration.”
“What did you do?”
“I helped him into the house. Mrs. Cranning came out, and she helped, too. Dr. Clarge wasn’t there when we arrived, but he got there within a minute or two — before we had Mr. Milbers in bed.”
“Then what?”
“The doctor stayed about half an hour and left him some medicine. He gave him a hypodermic, and Mr. Milbers felt somewhat better, although he still complained of the burning thirst and said his stomach was very sore and sensitive. He thought he was getting better, and he felt very drowsy.”