"Let me stay with you, Allegro!" she murmured piteously.
"Of course you shall, dear," Olga made quick reply.
But in the same instant she saw Max elevate one eyebrow and knew that this suggestion did not meet with his approval.
"You will sleep better in your own room," he said.

"Come along! Let me help you." He put his arm about her and lifted her to her feet; but she clung fast to Olga still.
"I won't go without you, Allegro," she cried hysterically.
"My dear, of course not!" Olga answered.

She caught up her dressing-gown and wrapped it round her friend.

"You're as cold as ice," she said.
They helped her back to her own room between them, almost carrying her, for she seemed to have no strength left.
Max said nothing further of any sort till she was safely in bed, then somewhat brusquely he turned to Olga.
"Put on your dressing-gown and go down to the surgery! I want a bottle out of the cupboard there.

It's a poison bottle, labelled P.K.R.; you can't mistake it.