“Brandy and a narcotic,” said the doctor, smiling; “rather a strange mixture. Did I?”
“Yes; you recollect now?” said Mark eagerly.
The doctor looked at him intently, and then at Rich; but ended by shaking his head slowly.
“No,” he said, “I do not recollect.”
“All this is maddening!” muttered Mark, “just when one’s hopes were reviving, and there was a chance of discovering something. Doctor,” he continued excitedly, “try and recollect.”
“Yes, dear, for Mark Heath’s sake try,” continued Rich; and Poynter ground his teeth, as he felt what he would give to evoke the same interest for himself.
“I will try, my love,” said the doctor blandly. “Of course.”
“Then you remember I told you I had just come from the Cape; that I had a bag of diamonds in my breast?”
Poynter uttered a sneering laugh, which made Heath wince, and turn upon him wrathfully.
“Diamonds? did you say a bag of diamonds?” said the doctor.