"The police can't bring her back to life," said the man savagely. "She's dead. Leave me alone, curse you! Leave me alone, I say!"
He stood up, with a violent gesture.
"You must not sit here," said Hartman firmly. "I will give you something to take, and you must try to keep calm. Then we will leave you, but if you don't control yourself——"
After some further persuasion, Brotherton allowed himself to be led away.
"Bunter," said Lord Peter, as the kitchen door closed behind them, "do you know why I am doubtful about the success of those rat experiments?"
"Meaning Mr. Hartman's, my lord?"
"Yes. Dr. Hartman has a theory. In any investigations, my Bunter, it is most damnably dangerous to have a theory."
"I have heard you say so, my lord."
"Confound you—you know it as well as I do! What is wrong with the doctor's theories, Bunter?"
"You wish me to reply, my lord, that he only sees the facts which fit in with the theory."