The Postmaster's Daughter by Louis Tracy
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every hour."
"Since when?" "Since yesterday morning, if you want to know." "I do. I'm most interested. Dr. Foxton doesn't compound his own prescriptions, does he?" "No. I get 'em made up at Siddle's." "Ah. These country chemists often keep drugs in stock till they deteriorate, or even set up chemical changes. Have you the bottles?" "Yes. But what the--" "Anything left in them?" "The last two are half full. Still--" "What a cross-grained chap you are? I buy your pictures, drink your tea, rescue you from a positively dangerous position, warn you against carrying any farther a most serious libel, yet you won't let me help you in a matter affecting your health!" "Help me? How?" "Even you, I suppose, realize that Scotland Yard employs skilled analysts. Give me your bottles, in strict confidence, of course, and I'll tell you what they really contain. Then you can compare the analyses with |
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