“We has a complete dispenisary in the prison,” he said.
“Yes? Who’s your druggist?” Dr. Sevier was in his worst inquisitorial mood.
“One of the prisoners,” said the keeper.
The Doctor looked at him steadily. The man, in the blackness of his ignorance, was visibly proud of this bit of economy and convenience.
“How long has he held this position?” asked the physician.
“Oh, a right smart while. He was sentenced for murder, but he’s waiting for a new trial.”
“And he has full charge of all the drugs?” asked the Doctor, with a cheerful smile.
“Yes, sir.” The keeper was flattered.
“Poisons and all, I suppose, eh?” pursued the Doctor.
“Everything.”