"I can't imagine."
"They were works on poisons, written in French."
"Poisons!" Gertrude grew pale. "Oh, Nelson! and you think——" She could not go on.
"I don't know what to think, but if I were you I'd have the doctors examine everything that Mr. Horton takes, especially the stuff Homer Bulson gives him."
"I will do that. Mr. Bulson can no longer be trusted. He is a high liver, and may be very anxious to get hold of Uncle Mark's fortune in the near future."
"He said he wanted the books because he was going to become a doctor and make poisons a specialty. That is what he told Van Pelt."
"A doctor! I don't believe he has brains enough to become a doctor—or if he has, he is too lazy to apply himself. Why, when he was a boy he was turned out of school because he wouldn't study."
"Well, if he would lie and use you as he has, he would do worse, Gertrude. For your uncle's sake he ought to be watched."
"He shall be watched," said Gertrude decidedly. "No matter how badly Uncle Mark has treated me, I will see to it that Homer Bulson no longer plays him foul."