His Other Wife: A Novel — page 77: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

THE INDIAN’S PATIENT, ® 69 securely. He then said a few strange words to a great mastiff that lay on the threshold between the shop and the bedroom, after which he motioned Amy to go on, and then locked the shop door after them. © As the nurse had said, the entrance into the rooms was simple enough after the street watch had been safely evaded, and, luckily for their purpose, late arrivals at a boarding-house do not attract too much notice. The Indian left his shoes in the garden; and moved about the chamber so stealthily as to make no sound. Amy kept guard at the outer door while he made his inspection of the place. First he proceeded to a minute examination of the various articles upon the table and washstand, where medi- cines and other things in use about the sick-room were collected. Nothing had yet been changed, and nothing of a sus- picious or illegitimate character met the searching eyes of the Indian doctor. Each and every object was closely scrutinized and carefully smelled. Last of all he took up a small piece of surgeon’s sponge that hung by a thread on one end of a towel-rack. It was now quite dry, but on applying it to his delicate nostrils, the Indian made a grimace. LEver so faintly, yet unmistakably, the sponge gave out the same odor that clung more powerfully to the empty vial which he had in his bosom. It was an odor that no one who had once inhaled it, after learning its fatal properties, could forget. Eomicbooks: (E(@) 3