Ruthine must have guessed at something, for he said at once:
"Remember what you have told me. You will have to repeat that exactly.
Add nothing to it, take nothing from it, or you will spoil it. Tell me,
has your son seen this man more than once?"
"No, only once; at Cambridge."
"All right; I think I shall be able to prove it."
As he spoke he went towards the writing-table and, sitting down, he wrote
out a prescription. Dora followed him and held out her hand for the
paper.
"Send for that at once, please," he said.
Then he beckoned to Jem.
"I have sent for the local doctor," he said to him. "But I should advise
having some one else--Llandoller from Harley Street. This is far above
our heads."
"Telegraph for him," answered Jem Agar.
While Ruthine wrote he went on speaking.
"We must get him upstairs at once," he said. "I should like to have him
in bed before the doctor comes."
In answer to the bell, rung a second time, the servant came, looking
white and scared.
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