There was no answer, but he managed to turn his head, and I
followed the direction of his eyes.

With trembling finger he was tracing out, one by one, some
letters. I looked and it flashed over me what he meant. He had
written with the water:

"Digitalin--lab--"

I jumped up and almost without a word dashed out of the
conservatory, down the hall and into the first car waiting
outside.

"To the laboratory," I directed, giving the driver the directions,
"and drive like the deuce!"

Fortunately there was no one to stop us, and I know we broke all
the speed laws of New York. I dashed into the laboratory, almost
broke open the cabinet, and seized the bottle of digitalin and a
hypodermic syringe, then rushed madly out again and into the car.

Meanwhile some of the guests had lifted up Kennedy, too excited to
notice Long Sin in his hiding-place. They had laid Craig down on a
couch and were endeavoring to revive him. Some one had already
sent for a doctor, but the aconite was working quickly on its
victim, and he was slowly stiffening out. Elaine was frantic.

I scarcely waited for the car to stop in front of the house. I
opened the door and rushed in.