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The two conspirators exchanged uneasy glances. The king seemed to have dropped off again into a heavy sleep, for his chest was rising steadily.
Evidently the powerful drug had done its work. Maxgregor had opened the second phial, and had already began to drop the spots at intervals on the sleeping man's lips.