Haunted houses -- Fiction; London (England) -- Fiction
"Quite sure. I should have paid you before to-day, but when I went to
your place--a long while ago, I must tell you--I found you had gone.
You practiced in the north of London, you know."
"I do know; I have reason to know. If I had got my rights I should not
be as I am. I should be practicing in Belgravia, and driving in my
carriage. I'll take another whisky." I nodded at the barman, who
refilled the glass, which he instantly emptied again. "What do we
slave for? What do we study for? What do we waste the midnight oil
for? To be taken in, to be robbed and swindled, to have promises made
to us that are never fulfilled."
"Unfortunately," I said, sympathizing with him, "it is the way of the
world. It is the simple-minded and the honest that are defrauded."
"You know how it is. Five shillings, you said."
"No; it is two shillings I owe you."
"Interest added, makes it three. You can't object to that."
"I don't object; here is the money."
He took it, and dropped it in his pocket. We had each of us only one
disengaged hand, as he still kept hold of my wrist.
"A feeble pulse," he said, shaking his head with tipsy gravity, "a
very feeble pulse. Needs a stimulant."
"Irish whisky?"
"Irish whisky," he echoed; and disposed of his fourth glass, while I
spilled mine as I had done before.
These rapid potations had the effect I desired; they weakened his
self-control, they loosened his tongue.
"That was an interesting discussion you were having," I observed,
"when I came in. What was it you said? That there are more ways than
one of killing a man. How true that is! But it is only those who are
experienced in such matters that can speak with authority. Do you
suspect, doctor, that the woman is guilty?"
"I will take my oath she is guilty."
"But the fact of poison being administered was not absolutely
established."
He snapped his fingers. "That for being established! There are poisons
and poisons; there are way and ways. Did you ever take a sleeping
draught?"
"Never."
"Well, when you want one, come to me, and I will give you something
that will make you sleep so sound that you will never wake up again."
"Declined with thanks. But would it not be discovered?"
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