“Yes,” he answered at last. “A slight purple discoloration at the base of the nails.”
“And upon the lower lip does anything strike you as peculiar?”
“A yellow mark,” he answered, after carefully inspecting the spot indicated.
“And there?” Deane asked, touching the mark upon the neck.
“Very strange!” ejaculated the elder man. “It is a most unusual case.”
“Yes. Have you brought the hydrated peroxide of iron?”
For answer the Frenchman produced the tiny tube, saying:
“Then you suspect poison?”
“Most certainly,” he replied; and, taking a glass, he placed a single pillule in it, dissolving it in water, which he afterwards forced between the grey lips of my unconscious love. Afterwards he glanced at his watch, observing: “We must give another in fifteen minutes.”
Then, drawing a chair to the bedside, he seated himself, holding her wrist and watching her countenance for any change that might take place there.