“Hush! Come with me,” said Salis, hastily rising to accompany Dally from the room, but Mary clung spasmodically to his hand.
“No, no; let her speak. I cannot bear the suspense.”
Salis nodded his head sharply, and the girl went on:
“I went down, sir, and when I came back she was standing in the middle of the room with a glass on the table, and something spilled—”
Salis stopped to hear no more, but rushed into Leo’s room to find her clinging to the foot of the bed, her eyes dilated, a look of horror in her face, and in the same glance he took in that which Dally had described—a glass upon the table, overturned, and some fluid staining the cover and slowly sinking down the side towards the floor.
Volume Three—Chapter Six.
The Doctor is Eccentric.
“Want me to attend Miss Leo Salis? Not I. Send to King’s Hampton for old—”