"
"You say you don't know what particular poison was used?" asked Purdie.
"It would be something of a clue to know that. Because, if it turned out
to be one of a very subtle nature, that would prove that whoever
administered it had made a special study of poisons."
"I don't know that--yet," answered Ayscough. "But," he continued, rising
from his chair, "if you'd step round with me to the hospital, we might get
to know, now. There's one or two of their specialists been making an
examination. It's only a mere step along the street."
Purdie followed the detective out and along Praed Street. Before they
reached the doors of the hospital, a man came up to Ayscough: a solid,
substantial-looking person, of cautious manner and watchful eye, whose
glance wandered speculatively from the detective to his companion.
Evidently sizing Purdie up as some one in Ayscough's confidence, he spoke
--in the fashion of one who has something as mysterious, as important, to
communicate.
"Beg your pardon, Mr. Ayscough," he said. "A word with you sir. You know
me, Mr. Ayscough?"
Ayscough looked sharply at his questioner.
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