“All right, come in this way. I have a little office fixed up here at the house for emergency treatment. Some of my patients come in at night. Now, sit down and tell me what I can do for you.”
Bertha said, “I’m sorry to disturb you at this hour, but it’s really important.”
“Quite all right. I’m always up late Sunday nights reading. Go ahead, tell me what it is.”
Bertha said, “I want to find out something about poison.”
“What about it?”
“Is there any poison that would take effect say, an hour or two after a breakfast at which the poison was taken, to cause nausea, a burning in the throat, and a sort of collapse that would exist until the person died?”
“When did he die?”
“Around four o’clock in that afternoon.”
Doctor Rindger opened the glass door of a bookcase. “Cramps in the calves of the legs?” he asked.
“I wouldn’t know.”