"He has," replied Ford. "He shoved some into me. Mrs. Jakes—ergotin? where is it?"
Mrs. Jakes was leaning on the back of the chair which contained the doctor. She had recovered from the emotion which had convulsed and unbalanced her at the discovery of the study's open door. She looked up now languidly, in imitation of Margaret's manner when she was not pleased with matters.
"Really, you must ask the doctor," she said. "I couldn't think of—ah—disposing of such things."
Kamis had not waited to hear her out. Already he was overhauling the drawers of the desk for the syringe. Ford aided him.
"Is this it?" he asked, at the second drawer he opened.
"Thank God," ejaculated Kamis. He could not help sending a glance of triumph at Mrs. Jakes.
"Now attend to me," he said to Ford. "First I 'll show you how to inject it. Give me your arm; can you stand a prick?"
"Go ahead," said Ford; "slowly, so that I can watch."
"Take a pinch of skin like this," directed the Kafir, closing his forefinger and thumb on a piece of Ford's forearm. "See? Then, with the syringe in your hand, like this, push the needle in—like this. See?"
"I see."