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With Edged Tools by Henry Seton Merriman
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the light unconsciousness of the traveller; for a sound so small,
that waking ears could scarce have heard it, caused him to lift his
lashes cautiously. It was the sound of bare feet on carpet.

Through his lashes Guy Oscard saw his father standing on the
hearthrug within two yards of him. There was something strange,
something unnatural and disturbing, about the movements of the man
that made Guy keep quite still--watching him.

Upon the mantelpiece the medicine bottles were arranged in a row,
and the "eccentric Oscard" was studying the labels with a feverish
haste. One bottle--a blue one--bore two labels: the smaller, of
brilliant orange colour, with the word "Poison" in startling
simplicity. He took this up and slowly drew the cork. It was a
liniment for neuralgic pains in an overwrought head--belladonna. He
poured some into a medicine-glass, carefully measuring two
tablespoonsful.

Then Guy Oscard sprang up and wrenched the glass away from him,
throwing the contents into the fire, which flared up. Quick as
thought the bottle was at the sick man's lips. He was a heavily
built man with powerful limbs. Guy seized his arm, closed with him,
and for a moment there was a deadly struggle, while the pungent
odour of the poison filled the atmosphere. At last Guy fell back on
art: he tripped his father cleverly, and they both rolled on the
floor.

The sick man still gripped the bottle, but he could not get it to
his lips. He poured some of the stuff over his son's face, but
fortunately missed his eyes. They struggled on the floor in the dim
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