“What’s been the matter with me?” I inquired mystified.
“You’ve been eating something that hasn’t quite agreed with you,” he answered with a mysterious smile.
“But that couldn’t have brought on a seizure like this,” I argued weakly.
“Well,” the doctor said, “of course you can tell better what you’ve been eating than I can. Only one fact is clear to me.”
“And what’s that?” I asked.
“Why, that you’ve been within an ace of death, young man,” he answered. “You’ll want the most careful treatment, too, if we are to get you round again, for the truth is you’ve been poisoned!”
“Poisoned?” I gasped.
“Yes,” he responded, handing me some medicine. “And this seizure of yours is a very mysterious one indeed. I’ve never seen such symptoms before. That you’ve been poisoned is quite plain, but how the accident has occurred remains for us to discover later.”