Part 32 (1/2)
”I am searching for the hypodermic syringe by which you reduce my aunt,” pointing to the bed, ”to this horrible condition. Come with me, Lily,” leading the way to the outer room. ”I have something to say to you.”
The ayah's face was almost green; she was shaking all over, but after a moment's hesitation she ultimately obeyed in sullen silence.
”I was not aware until two days ago,” resumed Sophy, ”that my aunt took drugs and that you supplied them.”
”I don't know what the missy is talking about,” stammered Lily.
”Oh yes, you understand, and Mr. Krauss will understand. At present he has no idea of my aunt's real ailment.”
”Missy going to tell _him_? Well, if I am sent away to Madras and the drug taken from the missis she will soon die--you will see!”
Lily's tone was more triumphant than regretful.
”She will die anyway,” rejoined Sophy, ”and it were better that she should die in her senses than a drugged victim to cocaine. How long has this been going on?”
”Two, three years--maybe four years.”
”Four years!” repeated Sophy incredulously.
”Yes, missis plenty sick--no sleep getting; doctor ordering small dose sleep mixture; missis liking too much, taking more and more, and more.”
”And you have kept her supplied--you get it from Ah Shee?”
”If not me, then some other woman. I plenty fond of missis and I kept her secret.”
”And, no doubt, she has paid you well.”
”Yes, giving money; but too much trouble to get morphia and cocaine and to keep people from talk. One or two times she took too big dose, and then nearly die--but missis will have it all the same--die or no die!”
”Well, now, if I promise you one thing will you promise me another? I will not say a word to Mr. Krauss if you will agree to buy no more cocaine.”
”I will promise not to give so much; but no more cocaine taking at all, missis would shrivel up and go out like one bit of paper in a candle!
I will do what I can, missy, but missis always taking plenty--two grains is nothing.”
”I am astonished,” said Sophy, ”that my aunt has never been suspected of taking drugs.”
”Missy, you never suspect it yourself, and yet you have lived in same house for fifteen months. It was hard to keep it dark, but all the servants know. Of course, that is no matter, and as for the big mem-sahibs, they do not come here _now_.”
”It seems so strange,” said Sophy, ”that my aunt should have sunk into this state--all through one little dose of morphia.”
”Well, you see, missy, she was ill; it was in the rains; she was awfullee melancholy and depressed, and she had not much to fill her mind. She did not sew or ride or make music, like you do. Mr. Krauss was away, she was sick and lonely, and so she got the doctor's prescription made up over and over again. If she could have gone to Europe two years ago she might have cured herself of taking the stuff.
Two--three times she has begun to stop it, but it was no good. I have talked to her and given her wise words and tried to help her--and _cheat_ her, but she always found me out; so all I can do or have done is to stand between her and the other mem-sahibs and hide her--trouble.”
The sound of light footsteps stealing across the veranda caused Lily to pause--then she added under her breath:
”It is that Moti ayah, missy; she very cunning, same like little snake and we had better go. I will keep my promise, though it will be plenty bother; I am glad that you know--for it will make business more easy for me now there is one less to hide it from.”
Thus the conspirators parted, Sophy having maintained from first to last her mastery of the situation.