“To take your life as we have already told you. You took poison, and you’ve only been saved in the very nick of time!”
“It’s a lie,” I declared angrily. “I never took anything. What do you mean?”
“Well,” said Feng. “You were found in the morning with your door locked, and as you didn’t appear at noon they broke it open and you were discovered insensible with the empty bottle beside you and a note.”
“A note!” I cried utterly bewildered.
“Yes. You shall see it later on. It is addressed to the Coroner, apologizing for your act!”
I held my breath.
“But, really,” I declared astounded, “you’re joking! I never wrote a note, and I certainly did not attempt to commit suicide!”
“Well, there are the facts,” said Thelma. “The police brought you here and they found your name on your cards, and in the letter you left. The affair got into the papers, and I saw it. So I telegraphed to Doctor Feng, and we both came here at once.”
“He must not be excited,” said the medical man in glasses.
“Keep quiet, Yelverton,” urged Feng. “You shall know all that has happened in due course. You owe your life to Doctor Denbury’s efforts. He gave you an antidote just in time!”