A MYSTERIOUS ILLNESS
Of course Edgecumbe's sudden illness caused great commotion. Nearly
every member of the family was present at the time, and confusion
prevailed. Buller asked foolish questions, I was nearly beside myself
with anxiety, Sir Thomas hazarded all sorts of guesses as to the reason
of his malady, Norah Blackwater became nearly hysterical, while Lorna
Bolivick looked at him with horror-stricken eyes.
The only two persons who seemed to retain their senses were Captain
Springfield and Lady Bolivick. The former suggested that in all
probability it was a sudden attack resulting from the life he had led
in India, and also suggesting that a doctor should be sent for at once,
while Lady Bolivick summoned the servants to carry him to bed
immediately. Both of these suggestions were immediately acted on. A
groom was dispatched to the nearest doctor, who lived at South
Petherwin village, while a few minutes later Edgecumbe lay in bed with
a look of death upon his face.
The whole happening had been so sudden, that I was unable to view it
calmly. That morning he had looked more than usually well, so well
that I could not help reflecting how much younger he appeared than on
the day when I had first seen him. He had taken a long walk, too, and
showed not the slightest sign of fatigue on his return. He had eaten
sparingly, and had drunk nothing but water with his lunch, and a cup of
tea at four o'clock. Yet at half-past six he had the stamp of death
upon his face, he breathed with difficulty, and his features were drawn
and haggard.
As I sat by his side, watching him until the doctor came, I remembered
that for perhaps an hour before his attack he was very silent, and had
moved around as though he were lacking in energy, but I had thought
little of it at the time. Now, however, his condition told its own
tale. To all appearances, he was dying, and we were all powerless to
help him.
Of course dinner, as far as I was concerned, was out of the question,
although, as I was afterwards informed, Captain Springfield made an
excellent meal.
It was nearly eight o'clock when the doctor arrived, and never surely
was a man greeted with more eagerness than I greeted him. For, as I
have already said, I had grown to love Edgecumbe with a great love; why
it was, I will not pretend to explain, but no man ever loved a brother
more than I loved him, and the thought of his death was simply horrible.
Perhaps the suddenness of everything accounted for my intense feeling;
anyhow, my intense anguish cannot be explained in any other way.
Dr. Merril did not inspire me with any great hope. He was a
middle-aged man of the country practitioner's type. I judged that he
could be quite useful in dealing with ordinary ailments, but he did not
strike me as a man who looked beneath the surface of things, and who
could deal successfully with a case like Edgecumbe's. Evidently no
particulars of the case had been given to him, and from the confident
way I heard him talking to Sir Thomas, who brought him up to the room,
he might have been called in to deal with a child who had a slight
attack of measles.
When he saw Edgecumbe, however, a change passed over his face. The
sight of my friend, gasping for breath, with what looked like
death-dews on his agonized face, made him think that he had to deal
with a man in his death agony.
A few minutes later I altered my opinion of Dr. Merril. He was not so
commonplace, or so unobservant as I had imagined. He examined
Edgecumbe carefully, and, as I thought, asked sensible questions, which
Sir Thomas and Lady Bolivick, both of whom had come into the room,
answered readily. Although he did not speak to me, he doubtless
noticed how interested I was in his patient, and more than once I saw
that he looked at me questioningly.
'I admit I am baffled,' he said at length.
I took this as a good sign as far as he was concerned; anyhow, he was
not a man who professed to be wise, while he was in actual ignorance.
'I gather from what you say,' he went on, speaking to Sir Thomas, 'that
Captain Luscombe knows most about him.'
'That is so, Merril,' replied Sir Thomas. 'I have explained to you the
circumstances under which he came here.'
'That being so,' and the doctor spoke very gravely, 'I think it would
be best for you all to leave me, except Captain Luscombe.'
'There is something here beneath the surface,' said Dr. Merril when we
were alone, 'something which I cannot grasp. Can you help me?
Evidently you have been thinking a great deal.'
'I have,' I replied.
'As far as I can judge, he has sufficient vitality to keep him alive
for a few hours. I should judge him to be a man of remarkable
constitution and great physical strength.'
'You are quite right there. His power of endurance is extraordinary.'
'What I can't understand,' said the doctor, 'is that there is no
apparent cause for this, and yet there is some force of which I am
ignorant undermining the very citadel of his life. I have never met
such a case before, and unless help comes, he will die in less than
twelve hours. I am speaking to you quite frankly, Captain Luscombe;
from what I know of you, you are quite aware of the limitations of a
medical man's power, and my experience during the time I have lived in
this district has not been of a nature to help me in such a case as
this. Will you tell me what you know of your friend?'
As briefly as I could, I gave an outline of what I have written in
these pages, while the doctor, without asking a single question,
listened intently.
'You say he does not drink?' he asked, when I had finished. 'He gives
not the slightest evidence of it, but it is necessary for me to know.'
'Intoxicants have not passed his lips for more than a year,' I replied.
'And his food?'
I detailed to him the food which Edgecumbe had eaten since he came to
the house, and which he had partaken of in common with the rest of the
members of the household.
'And you have been with him all the day?'
'All the day.'
'And you say you thought he became somewhat lethargic about five
o'clock?'
'That is so. Not enough to take particular note of at the time, but in
the light of what has happened since, I recall it to mind.'
'Now think,' he said presently, 'has he not, say since lunch, shown any
symptom of light-headedness or anything of that sort?'
'Thank you for asking that, doctor,' I replied. 'You have reminded me
of something which I had forgotten. It may mean nothing, but at a time
like this one reflects upon the minutiae of life. We were walking
through a field this afternoon, which was dotted with rough granite
rocks. I fancy he must have hitched his foot in one of them; at any
rate, he would have fallen heavily but for Captain Springfield, who
just in the nick of time helped him up. But he showed no signs of
light-headedness, not the slightest. We were all acting like a lot of
children, and romped as though we were boys home from school. The
happening seemed perfectly natural to me at the time, and but for your
question I should not have mentioned it.'
'I am going to speak to you in an entirely unprofessional way, Captain
Luscombe,' said the doctor. 'I am not sure, and therefore I speak with
hesitation. But it looks to me as though your friend had been
poisoned. I don't know how it could have happened, because, as far as
I can judge, you account for almost every minute of his time since this
morning. But all his symptoms point in that direction.'
'May they not be the result of some slow-working malady which has been
in his system for years?' I asked.
Dr. Merril shook his head. 'Hardly,' he replied; 'if the malady were
slow-working, it would not have expressed itself so suddenly. In the
case of a slow-working poison, too, his suffering would have been of a
long drawn-out nature. This is altogether different. A few hours ago
he was, according to your account, active, buoyant, strong. He was
playing games with you in the fields, as though he were a boy.
Now,'--and the doctor looked significantly at the bed.
'Can you suggest nothing?' I asked again.
The doctor shook his head. 'It is just as well to be frank,' he
replied. 'The thing is a mystery to me. His symptoms baffle me. He
has drunk nothing but what you have told me of, he has eaten nothing
except what has been consumed by the whole household. I don't know
what to say.'
'And yet he'll die if nothing's done for him.'
'If symptoms mean anything, they mean that,' he replied. 'Something
deadly is eating away at his vitals, and sapping the very foundations
of his life. You see, he can tell us nothing; he is unconscious.'
'Is there no doctor for whom we could send, with whom you could confer?'
Again Dr. Merril shook his head. 'We are away from everything here,'
he replied; 'it is fifty miles to Plymouth over rough, hilly roads,
and----'
'I have it!' I cried, for the word Plymouth set my mind working. I had
spent some time there, and knew the town well.
'Yes, what is it?' asked the doctor eagerly.
'Do you happen to know Colonel McClure? He is chief of the St.
George's Military Hospital in Plymouth.'
'An Army doctor,' said Merril; 'no, I don't know him. I have heard of
him. But how can he help? He has been most of his life in India. I
imagine, too, that while he may be very good for amputations and
wounds, he would have no experience in such cases as this. Of course I
shall be glad to meet him, if you can get him here; but that seems
impossible. No trains to Plymouth to-night, and to-morrow is Sunday.'
'May I ring for Sir Thomas?' I asked.
'By all means.' And a minute later not only Sir Thomas, but Lady
Bolivick, again entered the room. Evidently the old gentleman was much
moved. The thought of having a dying man in his house was like a
nightmare to him.
'There's no getting to Plymouth to-night!' he cried.
'Haven't you got a motor-car here?'
'Yes, but no chauffeur. My car hasn't been used for weeks, as my man
has been called up. That is why I am obliged to use horses for
everything. You see, my coachman can't drive a car.'
'Didn't Springfield and Buller come in a car?' I asked.
'Yes. But if I remember right, it was in a two-seater.'
'Never mind what it is, as long as it will get to Plymouth. Let us go
and speak to them.'
We found the two men with Lorna Bolivick and Norah Blackwater in the
library. They had evidently finished dinner, and Springfield was in
the act of pouring a liqueur into his coffee as I entered.
'How is the patient?' he asked almost indifferently.
'Very ill indeed,' I replied. 'Unless something is done for him soon,
he will die. Could you,' and I turned to Buller, 'motor to Plymouth,
and fetch a doctor I will tell you of? I will give you a note for him.'
'Awfully sorry,' said Buller, 'but I daren't drive. My left leg is so
weak that I couldn't work the clutch. Springfield had to run us over
here to-day. There's barely enough petrol to take us back, either.'
'I have plenty of petrol,' interposed Sir Thomas.
'I could never get that little bassinette of yours to Plymouth
to-night!' broke in Springfield. 'You see, I am still suffering from
my little stunt in France, and I am as weak as a rabbit. Besides,
Buller's machine isn't fit for such a journey.'
'My car is all right,' cried Sir Thomas. 'But I can't drive, and I
haven't a man about the place who can.'
'Do you know the road to Plymouth?' I asked Buller.
'Every inch of it,' he replied.
'Then I'll drive, if you will go with me to show me the way.'
I felt miserable at the idea of leaving Edgecumbe, but there seemed no
other way out of it.
'Surely you will not leave your friend?' interposed Springfield. 'He
may not be as bad as you think, and to-morrow the journey could easily
be managed.'
'It is a matter of life and death,' was my reply. 'Merril says that
unless something is done for him at once there is no hope for him.'
'What does he think is the matter with him?'
I did not reply. Something seemed to seal my lips. I saw
Springfield's features working strangely, while the scar under his
right ear was very strongly in evidence.
'Look here,' he said, as if with sudden decision, 'it's a shame for you
to leave your friend under such circumstances. If Sir Thomas will lend
his car, I will drive to Plymouth. You just write a letter, Luscombe,
giving your doctor friend full particulars, and I'll drag him here by
the hair of the head, if necessary.'
I had not time to reflect on his sudden change of front, and I was
about to close with the offer, but something, I cannot tell what,
stopped me.
'It's awfully good of you,' I said, 'but I think I'll go myself, if
Buller will go with me to show me the way.'
I found Dr. Merril, who had been giving some instructions as to things
he wanted, and I led him aside.
'You will keep near Edgecumbe, won't you?' I said hurriedly. 'Don't
let any one but Sir Thomas and Lady Bolivick enter the room. I have
particular reasons for asking this.'
'What reasons?' And I could see he was surprised.
'I can't tell you, but I don't speak without thought. Perhaps later I
may explain.'
A few minutes later I had started for Plymouth.