“And I think I know with what,” he added, thinking aloud. “You have no idea, James, how long he had been in?”
“None at all, sir. I didn’t know he was in until you rang me up.”
“There is no need to send for a doctor,” Stapleton said, as he straightened himself. “It is nothing dangerous. His pulse is strong, and he will sleep off the effects of the drug. By the way, did anybody call to see him, or ring him up, while he was out this evening?”
“Nobody called, sir, but a lady rang him up.”
“A lady? At about what time?”
The man thought for a moment.
“As near as may be, I should say it was nine o’clock, sir.”
“Anybody you know? Did she give any name?”
“No, sir. It was not a voice I recognized.”
“Leave any message?”