The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1907-02-15

Ter, to have 5lled? ?"
Precisely. Why all this question
ing, Col. Cheney? The prescription
speaks for itself. DR.. Stuyvesant, here,
can doubtless identify my hand.
writing"
quite true, the doctor has already
done so. 1 admit it is all your hand
writing. But l also know" and here
Col. Cheney arose, pointed his finger
at DR.. Furniss and in voice tense
with indignation continued: 81 know
when you gave the butler the prescrip-
ton it read: 'Tincture of opii.' The
word 'Comphorated' was not there"
Furniss turned as pale as a ghost,
but gazed at Cheney unflinchingly.
The latter continued:
when the child died your profes-
sional instinct and knowledge told
you it was drug, not disease, thss
killed her. You began to wonder
what was in the compound. Haviland,
though torn with grief, had sense
enough to take the bottle for
examination. You couldn't destroy
that evidence, If evidence there was
At ten the next morning you went
into Rhodus' drug store, doubtless
purposely going in at a time when
you knew Simpson was alone. You
saw the prescription; 'Tincture of
opii' stood out in glazing letters. &C.
cusing you of criminal carelessness.
But you have fertile mind, DR.. Fur
Miss; you realized your mistake, and
told the young man you wanted NOR
phine tablets for your hypodermic
case. He went to a small room where
poisons are kept, and while he was
gone you quickly wrote 'C-A-M-P-H
after 'Opii.' Clever, my dear doctor,
damned clever, but you overstepped
once" The doctor started to inter
rupt, but Cheney continued: "Wait,
I'm not through yet. The afternoon
you were called to Havila1ds' you
were attending a reception at the
Orrins'. 1t was pretty gay reception,
because in two hours you drank sew
eral high balls, besides numerous po-
lions of punch. Your condition was
decidedly uncertain, though you had
good control of your physical actions.
Now, doctor, what about it?"
Layton and DR.. Stuyvesant looked
on with wondering eyes. Furniss had
paled, but later regained his eQuilib-
rum. After Cheney was through he
said:
"Well, what about it? You have
concocted a clever story, but it's all
a series of damned Iies-Whut can you
grove? Nothing. Your trap is wei
laid, but I don't walk into it." Her.
the doctor got very sarcastic and
continued: "Of what avail will your
improbable story be against my word?
Bah!"
The doctor was fine, but Cheney
wasn't through yet. Damn you," he
said, moving towards the doctor, 81
expected that. You would fortify
yourself with the high standing Of
your family and the exalted position
you hold among the profession; you
would sacrifice young Simpson, kill
his poor mother with grief; you would
do all this to save your own worthless
self from the punishment you richly
deserve, and which you are going to
get. Listen a minute while I play
the trump card. The evening you
wrote the prescription at Haviland's
house you used plain black pencil.
The next day in the drug store you
got hold of the wrong pencil, and
used one with indelible lead to write
'Camph,' though the same color as
the other one. There are two in your
pocket now" pointing at the doctors
upper waistcoat pocket. Look at
this" and Col. Cheney moistened the
end of his finger and touched the
word "Opii." and then "camph." On
the first word no impression was
made, but the word "Camph" became
a dark purplish blue. "Now, DR.. Fur
Miss, do YOU deny my story?"
Layton murmured Good God!" un-
der his breath. Stuyvesant stood per-
fectly still watching the drama unfold.
Furniss' eyes almost seemed to jump
from his head. He looked at Che
ney's telltale work fascinated, like
rabbit does into the eyes of cobra.
WELL" he stammered, what are
you going to do about it?'
"Do? From here we three gentle
men are going to the prosecuting at
torpey's Office and have the charge
against Simpson dismissed. To do
this we shall tell the story. What
the prosecutor will do I don't know,
but he's pretty keen after crooks"
Furness WINGED as Cheney pro-
nounced the word "Then we're going
to have that young man reinstated in
his position, and Mr.. Haviland put in
possession of the truth. That's all,
DR.. Furniss."
Cant this be fixed up?" said Fur
Miss, with sickly smile. He was one
of those persons who supposed that
every man had his price. Just how
he got out of that office, he never
could distinctly remember, but he had
a recollection of strong physical as
sistance from behind.
An officer was sent by the prosecu-
tor to arrest him that evening after
Cheney had told his story. But the
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