Fairfax had fallen forward on his stool.

He seemed to have relapsed into a comatose state.

Every scrap of colour was drained from his sallow cheeks, his eyes were covered with a film and he was breathing heavily.
The detective snatched up the glass from which the young man had been drinking, and smelt it.
"I saw him drop a tablet in just now," Jimmy faltered.

"I thought it was one of the digestion pills he uses sometimes." Shopland and the policeman placed their hands underneath the armpits of the unconscious man.
"He's done, sir," the former whispered to Francis.

"We'll try and get him to the station if we can.".