"Was it a faint?" Lenora asked.
"We shall know directly," the Captain replied. "Better keep our places, I
think. Steward, serve the dinner as usual."
The man held out his hand to withdraw the cup of bouillon, but Quest drew
it towards him.
"Let it wait for a moment," he ordered.
He glanced at the Captain, who nodded back. In a few moments the Doctor
reappeared. He leaned down and whispered to the Captain.
"Dead!"
The Captain gave no sign.
"Better call it heart failure," the Doctor continued. "I'll let the people
know quietly. I don't in the least understand the symptoms, though."
Quest turned around.
"Doctor," he said, "I happen to have my chemical chest with me, and some
special testing tubes. If you'll allow me, I'd like to examine this cup of
bouillon. You might come round, too, if you will."
The Captain nodded.
"I'd better stay here for a time," he decided. "I'll follow you
presently."
The service of dinner was resumed. Laura, however, sent plate after plate
away. The Captain watched her anxiously.
"I can't help it," she explained. "I don't know whether you've had any
talk with Mr. Quest, but we've been through some queer times lately. I
guess this death business is getting on my nerves."
The Captain was startled.
"You don't for a moment connect Mrs. Foston Rowe's death with the criminal
you are in search of?" he exclaimed.
Laura sat quite still for a moment.
"The bouillon was offered first to Mr. Quest," she murmured.
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