"Of course, you know I don't believe it. But Cicero----"
"Well, and how can he prove I was there?" he said impatiently.
"He found something there which belonged to you."
"What?"
"A lancet."
"A lancet! And why mine? Warrender was a doctor; he took away the body--why should the lancet not belong to him? If he had intended to dissect the body--which he might have, for all I know--he would want one."
"No doubt," Mr. Phelps said dryly. "But this lancet had your initials on the ivory handle. It is your lancet, Alan, and it is now in Cicero's possession."
"H'm! that's queer. Initials?--yes, it might be mine. But how did it get there?"
"Did you ever lend a lancet to Dr. Warrender?"
"No, not that I can remember."