The chemist had just come
out from the inner room, and looked up at his entrance.
"She'll do now," he announced.
Tavernake nodded. He was amazed at his own sense of relief.
"I am glad," he declared.
The doctor joined them, his black bag in his hand, prepared for
departure. He addressed himself to Tavernake as the responsible
person.
"The young lady will be all right now," he said, "but she may be
rather queer for a day or two. Fortunately, she made the usual
mistake of people who are ignorant of medicine and its effects --
she took enough poison to kill a whole household. You had better
take care of her, young man," he added dryly. "She'll be getting
into trouble if she tries this sort of thing again."
"Will she need any special attention during the next few days?"
Tavernake asked. "The circumstances under which I brought her
here are a little unusual, and I am not quite sure--"
"Take her home to bed," the doctor interrupted, "and you'll find
she'll sleep it off. She seems to have a splendid constitution,
although she has let herself run down. If you need any further
advice and your own medical man is not available, I will come and
see her if you send for me. Camden, my name is; telephone number
734 Gerrard."
"I should be glad to know the amount of your fee, if you please,"
Tavernake said.
"My fee is two guineas," the doctor answered.
Tavernake paid him and he went away. Already the shadow of the
tragedy was passing.
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