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"Poisoned!!" screamed the people.
"Poisoned!" cried Mr. Osmond, in whose little list of stereotyped
maladies poisoned had no place. "Is there any one you have reason to
suspect?"
"I don't suspect, nor conject, sir: I know. The man is poisoned, the
substance strychnine. Now stand out of the way you gaping gabies, and let
me work. Hy, young Oxford! you are a man: get behind and hold both his
arms for your life! That's you!"
He whipped off his coat laid hold of Osmond's epithems, chucked them
across the room, saying, "You may just as well squirt rose-water at a
house on fire;" drenched his handkerchief with chloroform, sprang upon
the patient like a mountain cat and chloroformed him with all his might.
Attacked so skilfully and resolutely, Maxley resisted little for so
strong a man; but the potent poison within fought virulently: as a proof,
the chloroform had to be renewed three times before it could produce any
effect. At last the patient yielded to the fumes and became insensible.
Then the arched body subsided and the rigid muscles relaxed and turned
supple.


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