"Do you know anything of that drug, Letty? Perhaps he spoke to you about it?"
"He did, once, when we were speaking of poisons. He said he was glad his firm had decided not to handle it, for it was too dangerous. It has a power that most folks do not know about."
"The power to kill people, I suppose."
"No, not that. He said it was a fatal drug, but more than that, he said it had a strange power, according to the Chinese chemists who manufactured it. That power was, if it was used on a person and did not kill it would, in a few days or a week, make that person mad."
"Humph! Worse and worse! Such a drug should be banished by law. But to go on with my story, if you must hear the whole of it. I am fairly certain it was that drug which was used to kill Mr. and Mrs. Langmore."
"But Tom did not use it," she insisted. "Somebody else must have gotten the drug from him or from his traveling sample case."
"That is possible. Now there is another side to this case, which I cannot understand at all." And then he told of the counterfeit bank bills.
"Counterfeits!" she exclaimed, and the color began to leave her face once more. "What kind of bills were they, Uncle Adam?"
"They were one hundred dollar bills, on the Excelsior National Bank of
New York City."
She gave a gasp and clenched her little hands to control herself. He could not help but notice her increased agitation.