“Don’t swallow that, doc, not on your life. It’s all bunk. He would not be here, not sneaking in as I caught him, if Carter had not sent him.”
“Do you think so?”
“I think it’s a cinch.”
Doctor Guelpa gazed again at Patsy. His ferocity had vanished, but there now was a gleam in his eyes that was thrice more threatening. He paused for a moment with brows darkly knit, then said abruptly:
“You may be right, Draper. Watch the whelp. I’ll fix him.”
“I’ll watch him, all right,” returned Draper, with a warning scowl.
“Gee! I’m in wrong now, for fair,” thought Patsy, thoroughly disgusted with the turn of the situation. “Fix me, eh? I wonder what’s coming. The infernal rascal has something up his sleeve. Infernal rascal is right, too, and I wish I had phoned the chief before butting in here.”
Doctor Guelpa had approached a wall cabinet directly[Pg 25] behind Patsy, who could not then see what the physician was doing.
He had opened the cabinet and taken from it a small vial and graduated glasses, into which he was pouring a quantity of brown fluid.
Having obtained the desired quantity, he transferred it from the glass, into a hypodermic syringe, the needle of which he carefully inspected.