"And fond of his own skin."
"I tell you I'm convinced he committed the crime."
"Don't jump to conclusions."
"I'm not jumping to conclusions," retorted Axton, hotly. "Look at the case, you blind bat. Spolger loves—adores Florry. He wants to marry her, but finds out she won't have him because she loves another man. Chance, by means of the forgotten pill-box, throws in his way the means of injuring that other man. What is more natural? He takes advantage of the chance."
"Injuring a man doesn't mean killing him."
"Who said it did? Put it in this way. Spolger intended to merely injure him, but in making up the morphia pills he puts in too much of the drug, and kills Melstane without intending to do so."
"Theory! Pure theory!"
"Well, as far as I can see, the case is all pure theory at present."
"By no means. We have ascertained the cause of death; the way in which the drug was taken; also a number of suspicious circumstances connected with Melstane's past life. That's not all theory."
"I think the most suspicious theory connected with Melstane's past life is Monsieur Jules Guinaud, better known as Judas."