"Did you see the pill-box when you were in the room?"
"No, I was in such a hurry to go, having once secured what I wanted, that I did not stop to look at anything, but went back to my room."
"Leaving the door of No. 37 ajar," said Fanks, reprovingly, "foolish man."
"Ah! you see I was not experienced in midnight burglaries."
"Well, after you got back to your own room, what did you do?"
"I went to bed and slept soundly. Next morning I sent the packet of letters to Judith, and went off on a stroll. When I came back at night, I was horrified to learn Sebastian Melstane was dead. The rest you know."
"When you spoke to me, did you really and truly believe he had committed suicide?"
"Yes, I did," replied Roger, honestly. "I thought he had found out the loss of the letters, and seeing that his hold over Florry Marson was lost, had committed suicide in desperation."
"How did you account for the morphia?"
"I didn't attempt to account for it. All I knew was that I had secured the letters, that Melstane was dead, and that Florry was safe."