“Then what?”
“Dr. Clarge came back about four o’clock in the afternoon. He gave him another hypodermic, and said he thought Mr. Milbers should either have a nurse, or go to the hospital that night in case he wasn’t better. He left more medicine with some instructions and said he’d drop in the next morning at about eight o’clock.”
“Then what?”
“About twenty minutes after Dr. Clarge had left, Mr. Milbers passed away.”
“Who was in the room at the time? Were you?”
“No. Mrs. Cranning was there. I’d gone downstairs for a glass of milk and a sandwich. I’d been so upset I hadn’t eaten anything. We really thought Mr. Milbers was going to get along all right.”
“What happened after he died? Did you notify Dr. Clarge?”
“Yes. Dr. Clarge came out, but said there was nothing he could do. He called the undertaker, and said we should notify Christopher Milbers. I sent him the telegram.”
“And then?”
“Well, what with the excitement and all of the things that had to be done, it was late when I left and then I had to go to the office to close the safe, and naturally I was pretty much upset. That’s why I walked into that automobile, I guess. I don’t eat breakfast, only a cup of black coffee, and that glass of milk and a sandwich was all I’d eaten all day. I hadn’t even finished the sandwich because Mrs. Cranning had called me just as I was halfway through eating it.”