Somehow I shuddered to think of Sir Charles Venner. I felt him to be a
foeman more worthy of my steel than all his fellows, and I half wished,
half feared to cross swords with him. It is true that already I had
twice managed to out-wit him, and he had not dreamed in either case of
doubting my assumed identity. But I could not claim much credit in the
latter bout, nor feel much satisfaction, since throughout that awful
evening Sir Charles had been too occupied to do more than throw a hasty
glance in my direction. What would happen, I wondered, in a real fair
battle of wits, each of us forewarned of the encounter? I had profound
faith in my powers and resources, but I dared not forecast that issue!
Twice we had met, and twice I had succeeded. Would we strive again, and
who would win on the third and fatal meeting?
Such were the questions I asked myself unceasingly; but I could answer
none of them.
It was not until almost four o'clock in the afternoon that my master
returned home, and he was accompanied by Sir Charles Venner and Dr.
Fulton. I was at once called into the study and put through a rigid
cross-examination, by all three, regarding my pretended visitor of the
previous evening. But I had expected such an ordeal, and I came through
with colours flying. I was much concerned, however, to perceive that
Sir William Dagmar looked very ill. He coughed incessantly and so
haggard and careworn was his visage that I believed he would presently
collapse. My prognostications were justified by the event. Soon after I
had been dismissed the bell rang violently, and I hurried upstairs to
see the two surgeons carrying my master's unconscious body to the
bedroom. I undressed him there and put him to bed; whereupon they
carefully examined him, and held a long and anxious consultation over
his condition. An hour passed before he recovered from his swoon, but
even when he awoke it was not to his proper senses, for he immediately
began to babble a stream of meaningless nonsense. The surgeons looking
very grave agreed to administer an opiate, and they injected some fluid
hypodermically into his arm.
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