After the captain examined her mouth, he used a magnifier to study her fingernails, her scalp, and her hair. “What drugs do you take?”
“Many potions Dr. Tucker prepares.” From her pocket, she took out a vial filled with a dull purple liquid. “This one I always carry with me. I need to take a few sips every two hours.”
Captain Jackson uncorked it and sniffed. The tendons in his neck stood out. “Does Dr. Tucker prepare this?”
She nodded.
“The bastard!” The captain sprang to his feet and paced, startling Vivienne.
“What is it?” Samuel stood and signed right in front of the captain’s face to attract his attention.
The captain rummaged through his bag. “I need to do further tests, but I’m quite sure Lady Vivienne isn’t sick. Pneumonia, my arse. My lady, you’re being poisoned.”
