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"I can do nothing. He refused to allow me to send for a specialist and I think he was right. Nothing can be done for him. Still----" He walked back to the bedside, and the lawyer came behind him. John Millinborn seemed to be in an uneasy sleep, and after an examination by the doctor the two men walked back to the sitting-room. "The excitement has been rather much for him. I suppose he has been making his will?" "Yes," said Kitson shortly. "I gathered as much when I saw you bring the gardener and the cook in to witness a document," said Dr. van Heerden. He tapped his teeth with the tip of his fingers--a nervous trick of his. "I wish I had some strychnine," he said suddenly. "I ought to have some by me--in case." "Can't you send a servant--or I'll go," said Kitson. "Is it procurable in the village?" The doctor nodded. "I don't want you to go," he demurred. "I have sent the car to Eastbourne to get a few things I cannot buy here. It's a stiff walk to the village and yet I doubt whether the chemist would supply the quantity I require to a servant, even with my prescription--you see," he smiled, "I am a stranger here." "I'll go with pleasure--the walk will do me good," said the lawyer energetically. "If there is anything we can do to prolong my poor friend's life----" The doctor sat at the table and wrote his prescription and handed it to the other with an apology. Hill Lodge, John Millinborn's big cottage, stood on the crest of a hill, and the way to the village was steep and long, for Alfronston lay nearly a mile away. Half-way down the slope the path ran through a plantation of young ash. Here John Millinborn had preserved a few pheasants in the early days of his occupancy of the Lodge on the hill. As Kitson entered one side of the plantation he heard a rustling noise, as though somebody were moving through the undergrowth. It was too heavy a noise for a bolting rabbit or a startled bird to make, and he peered into the thick foliage. He was a little nearsighted, and at first he did not see the cause of the commotion. Then: "I suppose I'm trespassing," said a husky voice, and a man stepped out toward him.