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The girls leaned next to her on the bed and tried to comfort her.
Boyle went to the telephone and asked for help in locating a physician.
This was the start of another mysterious set of circumstances.
The doctor's first loyalty was to his profession, but he was also aware that the people involved were loaded and would not welcome undue publicity and hysteria. He was walking into a madhouse.
Between the time the M.D. was called and the time he reached the suite, the girls plied Virginia with homespun remedies.
Maude told the fatally hurt Virginia, "I had a spell just like this one night after a party. The liquor was spoiled. I took hot bicarbonate of soda and an hour later I was fine." Virginia just moaned.
Zey asked Arbuckle if he had any bicarbonate. "If she doesn't shut up," he said, pointing to Virginia, "I'll throw her out the window."
Boyle knew where there was bicarbonate and brought some back. By this time only stragglers were left at the party. It was late afternoon.
Maude mixed the bicarbonate, Zey raised Virginia up in bed and she drank it slowly, eyes closed, head drooping. She threw it up almost immediately and went limp. Zey screamed.
Just then the doctor came in. He ordered everyone out of the bedroom and closed the door. They waited nervously outside. Maude said sadly, "I could have gone to Manhattan Beach this weekend and that poor girl would be happy at home studying a script. Oh, why did I do it? I ought to be dead. I wish I were." She looked up and said, "Oh, God, I'm sorry for my sins."
A much more sober Al touched her shoulder and said, "Kid, it wasn't your fault. Don't take it so hard. She's just had too much to drink."
"If that were only true," answered Maude. She crossed herself.
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