"I ask that you deliver it to the clerk of the court"; and upon his complying, Moth turned to the judge, saying he had no further questions to ask the witness. Cross-examination being waived, as in the case of Mr. Seymour, Moth asked that Augustus Collygog be called, which being done that gentleman stepped forward to be sworn. Mr. Collygog was a slender, clerical man, with pale face and considerable particularity of dress, having about him the look of one accustomed to handle delicate things, and such as might on occasion pertain to men’s lives or matters of that nature. When he had taken the oath, which he did solemnly and as if determined to be strictly accurate in all he said, Moth asked: "You are a druggist, are you not?" "Yes, sir, a druggist; or, excuse me, more appropriately speaking, perhaps, an apothecary," Mr. Collygog replied, without relaxing the fixed expression of his face. "You keep a drugstore?" "Ha! yes, a drugstore; or, you will excuse me, sir, more properly a pharmacy," he answered, nursing the feeble whiskers that grew on his sunken cheeks. "Where is your place?" "In Appletop, sir, and directly over the way, facing the Galena road, if you please, and convenient from every part of the city." "You fill prescriptions and orders for medicine and things of that kind?" Moth asked. "Yes, and a very delicate duty and requiring circumspection. Yes, certainly, requiring circumspection—and much experience," Mr. Collygog replied, as if deriving great personal satisfaction from what he said. "Will you look at the bottle partly filled with chloroform, in the possession of the clerk of the court, and tell me if it was put up at your shop?" "Yes, to be sure, at my pharmacy, if you please," the witness answered, after carefully examining the bottle from different points of view. "You are sure?" Moth asked, sternly. "Oh, dear me, yes, quite sure! The bottle bears my label, as you may see: ’Doctor Augustus Collygog, Pharmacist and Dealer in Surgical Instruments and Small Notions, Appletop, Illinois.’" "Who procured it of you?" Moth asked. "Who? Oh, excuse me, sir; but the secrets of the profession are sacred—sacred, sir." At this Moth turned to the judge, but the latter, not waiting, said: "The witness must answer the question." "Thank you, Judge, if I must; but only on compulsion." "Well, who was it?" Moth asked, impatiently. "Ha! yes. Who was what?" Doctor Collygog answered, losing the thread of the examination. "Who was it that bought the stuff of you?" Moth screamed at the top of his voice. "Oh, yes, I understand; but not quite so loud, if you please, sir. It was Mr. Job Throckmorton."