"Perfectly," said Fanks, with great politeness; "but please tell me, when did you use this morphia last?"
"Not for months," replied Spolger; "the pills are made at the factory, and I never trouble about them. I don't know if you've noticed it, sir, in your desire to make out a case against me, but that bottle is tied with string across the stopper and sealed."
"Ah! that's the very thing I'm coming to. The seal is broken."
"Impossible!" cried Spolger, coming to the table to examine the bottle; "I haven't used it for a long time, and sealed it when I last used it! Gimp, how is this?"
"I'm sure I don't know, sir; the bottle ain't been touched to my knowledge."
"Does any one else come into this room?"
"None of the servants," said Spolger, after a pause;
"Gimp looks after everything here."
"Oh! what about your visitors?"
"Well, now and then I see some one here—just like yourselves."