"Did you accuse her of drugging her husband?"
She nodded her head again reluctantly; then cried out,—"Let me go! I'll have the police on you two."
Sommers stood over the woman as if he were about to lay hands on her.
"You know the facts. Tell them. What happened to Preston that day?"
"He'd been drinking."
"You got him the liquor?"
She nodded.
"Then you gave him a powder from that box in Mrs. Preston's room?"
The woman looked terrified, and did not answer.
"If you don't tell me every word of truth," Sommers said, slowly drawing a little syringe from his pocket, "you will never see anything again."