"I have done so," said Octavius, quietly; "but I can bring nothing home to him. He's very clever."
"A scoundrel's virtue."
"Yes, and a scoundrel's safety."
"Didn't you tell me the other day that you thought Judas held all the threads of the case in his hand?" said Roger, turning to Fanks.
"I fancy I said something like that," replied Octavius, slowly; "but, if I mistake not, you had suspicions of Judas yourself."
"Had," said Roger, emphatically; "no, have! I have suspicions of Judas, and I'm pretty sure—"
"That he committed the murder," finished the Doctor.
"Oh, I'm not prepared to go that far," said Fanks, quickly; "but as regards Monsieur Guinaud, I'll tell you one thing. It's the custom, I understand, for the master to check the assistant with regard to the number of pills in a box."
"Yes; that is the usual custom."
"Well, I understood from Judas that such was the case with Melstane's tonic pills. Having my suspicions, however, I went and saw Wosk myself."