“Let us go back,” said Ernest.
“But where is the substitute?”
“I have it. Come on,” commanded Ernest.
“Let us hurry,” said Comston.
It was now dark, and they both hurried along to Comston’s residence. As soon as they had entered the drunkard’s bed-room, Ernest drew from his pocket a vial, and poured out some of the mixture into a glass of water, which Comston eagerly drank. Ernest gave him two more glasses, and then the inebriate seemed satisfied. In an hour Ernest left him in a profound sleep, which he knew would last till morning.
