Dr. Fox was thunderstruck.
He could not doubt but Jack had stated the facts exactly as he had found them.
“What a villain that fellow is! And to think he has been in my employ for nearly a year. Why, the man might have poisoned one of my patients, and have got me into endless trouble.”
The doctor wiped the perspiration from his face.
“He shall be arrested at once, and prosecuted to the full extent of the law. Indeed,” with a glance at Prawle, “it may yet end in a hanging matter. What could have been his object?”
“I suppose it was to revenge himself on you for his discharge,” suggested Jack. “But why he should have included this poor fellow in his scheme is more than I can guess. It is possible Prawle may have woke up and caught him in the place, and that Clymer then struck him down and managed to give him a dose of the drug, which, from his knowledge of the store, he could readily put his hands on.”
“We shall probably get at the truth after this man comes to his senses, or it will come out when that young scoundrel is tried.”
“Well, he will have to be caught first. I’ll bet he is out of town long before this.”
“I’m afraid so,” admitted Dr. Fox, reflectively. “You had better dress yourself, Charlie, and run around to the home of the head constable, Martin Willett, and have him come here at once.”
“All right,” acquiesced his son. “Jack had better come with me.”