“ ‘Only tired,—just a little sleepy,’ said the cousin. ‘Only tired,—just a little sleepy,’ “And do you know, Escott, what I’d stake my best boots was the matter with him?” “And do you know, Escott, what I’d stake my best boots was the matter with him?” “What?” “What?” “The man was drugged!” “The man was drugged!” Escott looked at the fire thoughtfully. “Well,” he said, “it’s quite possible; he might have been too violent to manage.” “Well,” “it’s quite possible; he might have been too violent to manage.” “Why couldn’t they have said so, then?” “Why couldn’t they have said so, then?” “H’m. Not knowing, can’t say. What happened next?” “H’m. Not knowing, can’t say. What happened next?” “Next thing was, I asked the doctor what name I should give. He answered in a kind of nervous way, ‘No name; you needn’t give any name. I know Dr Congleton personally. Ask him to come, please.’ So off I tooled, and found old Congers just thinking of turning in. “Next thing was, I asked the doctor what name I should give. He answered in a kind of nervous way, ‘No name; you needn’t give any name. I know Dr Congleton personally. Ask him to come, please.’ So off I tooled, and found old Congers just thinking of turning in.
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