'Why is The Kid taking medicine?' inquired Marion.

'It's only a little tonic the doctor prescribed. But,' I stared at the
bottle Elizabeth had brought in, 'this is my medicine. The chemist
must have mixed up the prescriptions when I took them to him.'
Suddenly I sprang to my feet. 'Great Heavens! My tonic contains
strychnine!'

'And as you've been taking it for some time, I expect the dose has been
increased,' said Marion excitedly. 'How much did you give her,
Elizabeth?'

'A teaspoonful, miss, as usual.'

I wrung my hands. 'I take only six drops at a time myself! What are
we to do?'

'One place I was at,' put in Elizabeth, 'the master was rather fond of
a drop too much, an' 'e come 'ome very late one night an' drank spirits
o' salt thinkin' it was something else, so we give 'im stuff to bring
it up agen.'

'Of course,' said Marion, 'that's the very thing.' Long ago, during
the war, she worked in a hospital, so she affects to know something of
medicines. 'Give The Kid an emetic at once. Ipecac. Dose 5 minims.
Repeat, if necessary. Or salt and water. I'll dash off to the
doctor's and ask him what's to be done.' And seizing the bottle she
hurried out.