"They handcuffed him, of course, and let him sit between two of them in the car. He was quite composed, had nothing to say. It was dark inside the car; they couldn't see him very well. One of the officers thought he leaned against him pretty heavily. When they got to the station he didn't get up, didn't move at all."
"What do you mean?"
"He did us a good turn, Esther. He was quite dead—poisoned, beyond doubt."
"Poisoned! I wonder how he did it?"
"It is amazing, isn't it? It was the stolid calmness of the fellow that put them off, I suppose. They think he must have taken something he had ready when he blew his nose."
She looked at him, her pupils dilated, trying to adjust her ideas to this new development. She felt strangely bewildered.
"It seems so—so stupid! I can't take it in. A clever man like that … first to run away, then to throw up the sponge…"
"I know, that's the way it strikes me, too; he seemed at the last so lacking in resource. Still, he was probably like one of those big, heavy cars that are wonderful on the straight, but can't turn quickly in a sharp corner. Take one of those two-ton Hispano-Switzers——"
"Or the Juggernaut," she suggested slowly.
"By Jove, yes, the Juggernaut … he was like that."