“From the cold he caught that night, I suppose?”
“Yes; that’s partly the cause. But,” he adds, with a diabolical grin, “more the medicine he has taken for it.”
“What mean you, Gregoire?”
“Only that Monsieur Dick has been delirious, and I saw danger in it. He was talking too wildly.”
“You’ve done something to keep him quiet?”
“I have.”
“What?”
“Given him a sleeping draught.”
“But he’ll wake up again; and then—”
“Then I’ll administer another dose of the anodyne.”