Betteredge joined me at the
window, and mysteriously put a little slip of paper into my hand. It
contained these lines:
"Mrs. Merridew has gone to bed, on the distinct understanding that the
explosion is to take place at nine to-morrow morning, and that I am not
to stir out of this part of the house until she comes and sets me
free. She has no idea that the chief scene of the experiment is my
sitting-room--or she would have remained in it for the whole night! I am
alone, and very anxious. Pray let me see you measure out the laudanum; I
want to have something to do with it, even in the unimportant character
of a mere looker-on.--R.V."
I followed Betteredge out of the room, and told him to remove the
medicine-chest into Miss Verinder's sitting-room.
The order appeared to take him completely by surprise. He looked as if
he suspected me of some occult medical design on Miss Verinder! "Might
I presume to ask," he said, "what my young lady and the medicine-chest
have got to do with each other?"
"Stay in the sitting-room, and you will see."
Betteredge appeared to doubt his own unaided capacity to superintend me
effectually, on an occasion when a medicine-chest was included in the
proceedings.
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