"I did not say I connected you with the murder," replied Fanks, hastily; "I only said there were suspicious circumstances against you. For instance, you had morphia pills in your possession."
"How do you know that?" asked Roger, with a start of surprise.
"Japix told me."
"Yes, and Japix prescribed them," cried Axton, starting to his feet. "I own that does look suspicious; but I can set your mind at rest on that point. Will you permit me to withdraw for a moment?"
"Don't talk nonsense, Roger," said Fanks, angrily; "of course I will."
Axton said nothing, but left the room, leaving Fanks considerably puzzled as to the cause of his departure. In a few minutes, however, he returned and placed in the detective's hands a box of pills.
"There," he said, resuming his seat, "if you count those pills you will find there are eleven. The original number was twelve; I only took one, and finding it did me no good, left the rest in the box. Am I correct?"
"You are," replied Fanks, who had counted the pills; "there are eleven here."
"If you have any further doubts, you can ask Wosk & Co., who made up the pills."
"There is no need. I believe you."