"I almost died when I read your note.
To think that it is murder--murder! And but for you he might be dead even now.

You will like to know that the doctor brought the stuff you sent by him--brought it at once--and my darling is better--better." Before Cleek could venture any reply to this, Captain Travers stalked across the room and gripped his hand.
"And so you are that great man Cleek, are you ?" he said.

"Bully boy! Bully boy! And to think that all the time it wasn't some mysterious natural affliction; to think that it was crime--murder--poison.

What poison, man, what poison--what ?" "Ayupee, or, as it is variously called in the several islands of the Eastern Archipelago, Pohon-Upas, Antjar, and Ipo," said Cleek, in reply.
"The deadly venom which the Malays use in poisoning the heads of their arrows." "What! that awful stuff!" said Mrs.Bawdrey, with a little shuddering cry.

"And someone in this house--" Her voice broke.