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"
Oh
,
no
,
sir
,
he
lost
his
temper
easily
--
as
I
say
,
it
just
depended
what
had
happened
to
upset
him
.
"
"
Did
your
master
ever
take
a
sleeping
draught
?
"
Dr.
Constantine
leaned
forward
a
little
.
"
Always
when
travelling
by
train
,
sir
.
He
said
he
could
n't
sleep
otherwise
.
"
"
Do
you
know
what
drug
he
was
in
the
habit
of
taking
?
"
"
I
could
n't
say
,
I
'm
sure
,
sir
.
There
was
no
name
on
the
bottle
.
Just
'
The
Sleeping
Draught
to
be
taken
at
bedtime
.
"'
"
Did
he
take
it
last
night
?
"
"
Yes
,
sir
.
I
poured
it
into
a
glass
and
put
it
on
top
of
the
toilet
table
ready
for
him
.
"
"
You
did
n't
actually
see
him
drink
it
?
"
