"What _was_ the treatment?"
The old man glanced suspiciously up for a moment, and then dropped his eyes again, "As if I could tell what it was in particular, Miss Ella! I'm no doctor. Jago can tell--if he will. It seemed to do the master good; to put a deal of strength into him."
"Did Dr. Jago come daily?"
"That he did. No medical man could be more attentive than he has been. He never once missed a day, week-days or Sundays."
"Then he saw him the day he died."
"Ay. He was here that day at mid-day, ma'am; and the Squire died at midnight in the evening."
"And he saw no change in my uncle that day; no symptoms of danger?"
"None at all; none. I met him as he came out of the room that very morning. 'And how do we find ourselves to-day, Doctor?' says I. 'Pretty much as usual,' says he. 'If anything, a bit brighter and more lively. He's doing very nicely, indeed, only you must not encourage him to talk too much; mind that. He is just as fond of a bit of gossip as ever he was.' With that, Dr. Jago bids me good-morning, and goes off, whistling softly to himself. No, no," muttered the old man, "he saw no signs of danger."
"And what does Dr. Jago say was the immediate cause of death?" sighed Ella.
"It's a long queer word he made use of," said Aaron. "Par---- something."