"I will make up some medicine and give it to the coachman." Mr.Weiss seemed inclined to demur to this arrangement, but I had my own reasons for insisting on it.

Modern prescriptions are not difficult to read, and I did not wish Mr.Weiss to know what treatment the patient was having.
As soon as I was left alone, I returned to the bedside and once more looked down at the impassive figure.

And as I looked, my suspicions revived.

It was very like morphine poisoning; and, if it was morphine, it was no common, medicinal dose that had been given.

I opened my bag and took out my hypodermic case from which I extracted a little tube of atropine tabloids.