"Therefore, summoning up my small remnant of strength, I
told the old woman who cooked our food to go and tell the
governor that I knew perfectly well the doctor was not
in the country, and that if he did not come to me in ten
minutes' time, I gave him fair warning I would drag myself
to the window and proclaim to the whole town that I had been
poisoned--the news would no doubt cause little surprise, but
it might at any rate expose his infamy.
"This threat was effectual; five minutes later my door
opened, and the surgeon, who had not been able to come
because he was supposed to be away in the country, put in
his appearance.
"I had been studying my Tissot, and I had learned that a
plentiful letting of blood was the only remedy for the
condition I was in. I therefore peremptorily ordered the
doctor to bleed me.
"As though he did not dare to obey without orders from his
superiors, he went back to the commander of the Castle to
obtain leave from him. No doubt it was granted, for he drew
a surgical instrument from his pocket; only, instead of this
instrument being a lancet, it was a fleam used for bleeding
horses.
"I shrugged my shoulders--
'Why not a dagger outright?' I said to him; 'it would be
quicker done.'
"I held out my arm. The first incision was, of course, not
sufficient, and it was not until the wretch had made three
incisions in my arm that he alighted upon a vein and drew
blood.
"This first attack of apoplexy was followed by a second,
three days later. The same surgeon was again called in, and
bled me again with the same instrument; only this time he
thought it best to do it in my foot, and he did it either
so clumsily or else so cleverly (for they were in constant
fear that we should escape through the help of the patriots)
that a sinew was cut, and for more than three months my leg
swelled to a fearful size whenever I took a dozen steps.
"As the governor feared, the report of this scandalous
treatment was noised abroad in the town. One day a stone
fell into my room, wrapped in a bit of paper. On the paper
was written these words:--
"'They want to poison you, but you ought to have received a
book, in which we underlined the word _poison._ If you need
any remedy that you cannot procure in your prison, hang a
string out of your window, and at the end of the string we
will hook on what you want.'
"Between the paper and the stone was rolled a long piece of
string with a hook at the end.
"The next night I let down the string, and asked for quinine
to dose myself with, and chocolate to sustain me; the night
following I received both articles.
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