Mrs. Ducharme returned to the temple at an early hour the next morning. Sommers saw her mumbling to herself as she came across the park. Before she knocked, he opened the door; she started back in fear of the sombre, bearded face with the blood-shot eyes that seemed lying in wait for her. "Is the missus at home?" she murmured, drawing back from the door. "Come in," the doctor ordered. As soon as she entered, Sommers locked the door. "Now," he said quietly, pointing to a chair, "the whole story and no lies." The woman looked at the doctor and trembled; then she edged toward the inner door. Sommers locked this, flung the key on the table, and pointed again to the chair. "What did you tell her yesterday?" he demanded. Mrs. Ducharme began an incoherent tale about her head hurting her, about the sin which the "healer" commanded her to rid her conscience of. Sommers interrupted her. "Answer my questions. Did you threaten _her_?" The woman nodded her head. "Did you accuse her of drugging her husband?" She nodded her head again reluctantly; then cried out,--"Let me go! I'll have the police on you two." Sommers stood over the woman as if he were about to lay hands on her. "You know the facts. Tell them. What happened to Preston that day?" "He'd been drinking." "You got him the liquor?" She nodded. "Then you gave him a powder from that box in Mrs. Preston's room?" The woman looked terrified, and did not answer. "If you don't tell me every word of truth," Sommers said, slowly drawing a little syringe from his pocket, "you will never see anything again." "Yes, I gave him a powder." "One?" She nodded, her hands shaking. "Two?" "Yes," she gasped. "I was afraid Mrs. Preston would find out what I had done, and one powder wasn't enough, didn't keep him quiet. So I put two more in--thought it wouldn't do no harm. Then I guess Mrs. Preston gave him some, when she came in. But you can't touch me," she added impudently. "The healer said you had done a criminal act in signing that certificate. You and she better look out." Sommers stepped across the room and opened the inner door. Mrs. Ducharme gave one glance at the silent figure and shrieked: "You killed her! You killed her! Let me out!" Sommers closed the door softly and returned to the shrieking creature. "Keep quiet," Sommers ordered sternly, "while I think what to do with you."