A little later Eliza Gollop returned. She came at the exact hour for administration of the medicine, and she sought the bottle before she took off her bonnet and cloak. "Where--why----?" she cried out. "I gave him his physic a bit ago," said Mr. Baskerville. "The bottle is broke." The nurse hurried to her patient and examined him closely. She perceived the change. "He's dying!" she said. "So he was when you went away." She broke off and panted into anger. "You've--you've--this is murder--I won't stop in the house. I--oh, you wicked woman!" She turned upon Mrs. Lintern and poured out a torrent of invective. Then Humphrey took her by the shoulders and put her out of the room. "You can go," he said. "You'll not be wanted any more." She hastened from the inn and then went off to the vicarage as fast as her legs would carry her. Another half-hour passed and none came to them. From time to time Priscilla put her ear to Nathan's face. "I don't think he's breathing any more," she said. Then came a noise and a grumbling of men's voices below. A violent strife of words clashed in the bar. The day had waned and it was growing dark. "They'll be against you, I'm fearing," said Priscilla. "'Tis of no account. They always are." Presently Dennis Masterman entered the room. "I hear poor Baskerville is going and they can't find his minister. Can I be of any comfort to him?" He made no allusion to the things that he had heard, and Humphrey did not immediately answer him. He was leaning over his brother. Then he took out his watch, opened it, and put the polished inner case to Nathan's lips. "Light a candle and bring it here," he said to Priscilla. She obeyed, and he examined the polished metal. "No stain--he's dead, I suppose." Then Mr. Baskerville turned to the clergyman. "If you can pray, I'll be glad for you to do it." Dennis immediately knelt down; the old man also went slowly on his knees and the weeping woman did the same. "O Almighty God, Who has been pleased to take our brother from his sufferings and liberate an immortal soul from mortal clay, be Thou beside him now, that he may pass over the dark river with his hand in his Saviour's, and enter as a good and faithful servant into the joy of his Lord. And support the sorrows of those who--who cared for him on earth, and help them and all men to profit by the lesson of his charity and lovingkindness and ready ear for the trouble of his fellow-creatures. Let us walk in the way that he walked, and pass in peace at the end as he has passed. And this we beg for the sake of our Mediator and Comforter, our Blessed Lord and Redeemer, Thy Son, Jesus Christ." "Amen," said Mr. Baskerville, "and thank you." He rose, cast one glance at the grief-stricken woman by the bed, then looked upon his brother and then prepared to depart. But he returned for a moment. "Will you do the rest?" he asked of Mrs. Lintern. "Or shall I tell 'em to send?"