"Did you wonder, sir, what possessed her," Gloody went on, "when she burst out singing? That was a signal to me. We wanted him out of our way, while you were made to drink what he had drunk out of the jug."
"How did you know that he would not drink the whole contents of the jug?"
"You forget, sir, that I had seen the dog revived by two doses, given with a space of time between them."
I ought to have remembered this, after what he had already told me. My intelligence brightened a little as I went on.
"And your accident in the next room was planned, of course?" I said. "Do you think he saw through it? I should say, No; judging by his looks. He turned pale when he felt the floor shaken by your fall. For once in a way, he was honest—honestly frightened."
"I noticed the same thing, sir, when he picked me up, off the floor. A man who can change his complexion, at will, is a man we hav'n't heard of yet, Mr. Roylake."
I had been dressing for some time past; longing to see Cristel, it is needless to say.
"Is there anything more," I asked, "that I ought to know?"
"Only one thing, Mr. Roylake, that I can think of," Gloody replied. "I'm afraid it's Miss Cristel's turn next."
"What do you mean?"