The Vestibule Limited Mystery — page 65: what you’re looking at

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56 THE VESTIBULE LIMITED MYSTERY. for the man. His eyes almost protrude from his head. “Is it dead?” he gasps. “Take hold and see.” He does so, and lets go with a shiver. “Ugh! dead as a door nail! And that is what would have happened to me. Mr. Jones, I am erateful to you for saving my life.” “T hope you believe I spoke the truth, now.” “There can be no doubt of that, but perhaps it Is the fault of the druggist—he may have given me the wrong article.” How he clings to a straw! Jam more than astcn- ished at it. “Druggists seldom make those mistakes, Mr. Hammond, and when you come to investigate the matter later on you will find that this one filled the prescription you gave him to the letter. He will have it in evidence, too. It is probably made out with the name of some fictitious doctor attached.” “And they meant I should be murdered?” he mutters, touching the poorcatagain. — “It certainly looks that way. Their plans have been successfully carried out to that very point. Everything else has worked well.” “And this would have done the same if it hadn’t been for you.” “You admit that I have saved your life, Mr. Hammond. Then trust in me further, and let me get you out of the toils of these plotters.” “T will, sir, but do not attempt to convince me that she knows aught of this; that she has even suspected my life was ieee and: 7 “Whether Evangeline proves innocent or guilty, sir, you must make up your mind to be prepared for cComicbooks (ee) mi