“What is it, doctor?” demanded the captain. “Don’t keep anything from me!”
“I hate to tell you!”
The old man caught his breath, but never flinched.
“Tell me!” he commanded. Laura peered in silence, very white. “I can stand it. Tell me all there is to tell!”
“Well, captain, from what I find here—there can be no doubt—”
“No doubt of what?”
“The blade that stabbed Hal was—”
“That poisoned kris?”
Filhiol nodded silently.