He picked up a glass from the grog table and, half-filling it with water, he measured some drops into it.
Then he tipped it into Sir Robert’s mouth.
There was silence while everybody waited for the drops to take effect.
But Sir Robert still lay back with his eyes closed.
Dobson turned his chair round to face the door.
“You’re killin’ him that’s what you’re doin’!” he said in a rude voice to Vincent.
Then he wheeled his Master from the drawing room and left the three cousins staring after him.
It was Vincent who spoke first.
“Now we have lost everything.”
“Is there any chance of his changing his will?” Jonathan enquired.
“I doubt it,” Vincent replied, “but we could contest it once he is dead. Make no mistake, Gytha. If you have persuaded him to leave you everything, we will fight
