He put down his cup and regarded me with quite painful anxiety.
"It looks to me like an undoubted case of criminal poisoning," I continued.
Stillbury's face cleared instantly.

"Oh, I'm glad it's nothing more than that," he said with an air of relief.

"I was afraid, it was some confounded woman.

There's always that danger, you know, when a locum is young and happens--if I may say so, Jervis--to be a good-looking fellow.
Let us hear about this case." I gave him a condensed narrative of my connection with the mysterious patient, omitting any reference to Thorndyke, and passing lightly over my efforts to fix the position of the house, and wound up with the remark that the facts ought certainly to be communicated to the police.
"Yes," he admitted reluctantly, "I suppose you're right.

Deuced unpleasant though.