"When Dr. Virtue arrived, he found his patient unconscious on the bed that occupied one wall of the dressing room, while Mrs. Sacret was rubbing his chest with mustard and water. Susan, fully dressed, disheveled and dazed, was sitting uselessly on a chair by the curtained window. The housemaids were coming to and fro with cans and basins.
"Oh, doctor!" moaned Susan. "What is the matter? He looks like death! When I came in he was insensible on the floor."
"Mr. Rue seems to be poisoned," announced the physician, looking up from the prone, partly undressed man, whose drink he still held."
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