Returning to the room he exclaimed—"Good God! He has poisoned himself, madam."
Tears began to flow down the cheeks of the disconsolate woman.
"Have you come in a gharry, madam?"
"Yes, Sir, I have."
"Then I am going to the thana in your gharry. You please wait here till I send it back to you."—Saying so, the Doctor hurriedly got together some surgical appliances and a chest of medicines, and was ready to depart.
"Do you think, Sir, that my husband will be saved?"—asked the young lady in a voice choked with sobs.
"It all depends on Providence, madam"—and the Doctor shot out of the room.
He spent the night at the thana, attending on his patient. The Daroga was saved.
In due time the European Assault Case was decided. The two sons of the Doctor were acquitted, as no witnesses could identify them. The others got six months hard labour each.
