Up to the moment that he was sent out for atropine, the Commodore's mind, he insisted, was perfectly clear. The sick man would allow no one to be sent for but his wife and the doctor. He evinced an agonising anxiety lest the doctor might not come in time, but it was not with any idea that he could be saved. He knew he was dying.
\"Did he suggest that he had been poisoned?\"
\"No, ma'am, no! He kept sayin' it was gastritis.\"
Up to the moment that he was sent out for atropine, the Commodore's mind, he insisted, was perfectly clear. The sick man would allow no one to be sent for but his wife and the doctor. He evinced an agonising anxiety lest the doctor might not come in time, but it was not with any idea that he could be saved. He knew he was dying.
\"Did he suggest that he had been poisoned?\"
\"No, ma'am, no! He kept sayin' it was gastritis.\"
