The Official View I rose on the following morning still possessed by the determination to make some oportunity during the day to call on Thorndyke and take his advice on the now urgent question as to what I was to do.

I use the word "urgent" advisedly; for the incidents of the preceding evening had left me with the firm conviction that poison was being administered for some purpose to my mysterious patient, and that no time must be lost if his life was to be saved.

Last night he had escaped only by the narrowest margin--assuming him to be still alive--and it was only my unexpectedly firm attitude that had compelled Mr.Weiss to agree to restorative measures.
That I should be sent for again I had not the slightest expectation.

If what I so strongly suspected was true, Weiss would call in some other doctor, in the hope of better luck, and it was imperative that he should be stopped before it was too late.

This was my view, but I meant to have Thorndyke's opinion, and act under his direction, but "The best laid plans of mice and men Gang aft agley." When I came downstairs and took a preliminary glance at the rough memorandum-book, kept by the bottle-boy, or, in his absence, by the housemaid, I stood aghast.