“What’s the matter, Ethridge?” Dr. Harrison put his hand on his knee....
“Nothing. Except she was giving hypodermics all night. She....”
Dr. MacArthur’s pointer nose had a dreadful struggle with his judicial brain.
“We must make no decisions ... nor allow ourselves any prejudices, until we are in possession of all evidence.”
His voice was stern.
“You were saying, Baldy...?”
“That Dr. Heddis believes it was done ... hypodermically. He suspected coniine and called me twenty minutes ago, and as a result all of the medicine closets in Medicine Clinic have just been checked. Nothing was found.”
“Ever have any obscure poisons in the pharmacy?” Cub Sterling was leaning arrogantly forward.
“Rarely. None, at present.”
“How can you account for the entry of this ... coniine?” Cub Sterling lowered his brows and scowled.