in my consulting room with the door closed. "I came, because I feared that Edward might overhear, or have his suspicions aroused. Have you made the injection?" she inquired quickly.
"Not yet. I have promised Captain Auberon to return at seven, in order to do so. He wishes Heston Forsyth to see his father in the morning."
"And what then?" she gasped, staring straight at me.
"Why, nothing," I laughed. "That is if you are in the same mind as you were this morning."
"My mind is unchanged," she promptly replied with resolution. "I am here prepared to buy the serum," and from her hand-bag she produced a small roll of crisp bank-notes—the price of her husband's life.
In silence I took them, counted them, and in return handed over to her the little tube from my bag.
"But—but, doctor," she whispered hoarsely as she held it in her hand. "You will inject something—or Edward may grow suspicious."
"Of course, I shall," I replied, smiling. "The first question that Heston Forsyth will ask will be whether I have done so."
