"She is dead. And it is your work. For the matter of that, all our blood is upon your head. But we shall not die alone. You shall come, too, my friend." "If you don't take your hands away, Lucas, I shall have to do you a mischief." "Mr. Lucas! Mr. Hughes! Have you both of you gone mad? Are you aware that there are ladies present?" The interference came from Pybus. He dragged us asunder. He showed more presence of mind, and more coolness, too, than I had credited him with. He was a great deal calmer than either Lucas or I. "What is the meaning of this extraordinary behaviour? And what is the matter with Miss Hammond?" "He has killed her." "Who has killed her?" "That scamp; with his infernal negligence." "I don't in the least understand you. And I think that instead of wrangling here your attentions were better bestowed upon Miss Hammond." I threw myself at her side. I was like a man distraught in the whirlwind of conflicting emotions which came sweeping over me. "My darling! Oh, my darling! I shall soon be with you. Already the poison is stealing through my veins. May my end be as rapid as was yours. Why doesn't the doctor come? I don't believe that you have sent for him. Go and fetch him." Again I sprang at Hughes. And again Pybus interposed. "Mr. Lucas, may I ask for an explanation of your singular conduct? Has Miss Hammond fainted?" "Fainted! He has poisoned her!" "Poisoned her!" "Yes, and you and me and all of us! We all, like her, are doomed to die." "Mr. Lucas!" "Lucas, you're--you're mad, you know." This was Hughes. But a piercing scream came from the couch. "I knew that I was poisoned!" Mrs. Chalmers might know that she was poisoned, but that was no reason why, on the strength of her knowledge, she should develope violent hysterics, which she immediately did. I had never seen so much of the man in Pybus as he showed just then. He gave one look at Mrs. Chalmers, and then he turned to Hughes. "Mr. Hughes, will you be so good as to tell me if there is any meaning in Mr. Lucas's words?" Hughes was ghastly white. "The great point is to bring Miss Hammond back to life again. While we are talking here she may be dying at our feet. I appeal to your manhood, Mr. Pybus, to help me bring her back to consciousness." Hughes knelt down by Margaret. Pybus turned to me. "What does he mean?" he said. I did not answer. I knelt down by Hughes. He had my darling's hand in his. I saw that he was putting great restraint upon himself. Beads of perspiration were on his brow. "She is not dead," he stammered. "She is in a faint or something. At any cost we must bring her back to consciousness. Be a man, Lucas, and help me. Her life should be even more precious to you than to me." "Don't talk like that, Hughes. Don't you see that I am nearly mad already? What can I do?" "Help me to raise her." Between us we raised her to a perpendicular position.