“Yes—yes—all madness, of course,” said Glyddyr, letting himself sink down in a chair. “All madness, of course. He couldn’t, could he?”
The two men gazed in each other’s eyes, and there was silence for quite a long space.
“But they found that bottle,” continued Glyddyr, as if speaking to himself. “Ugly piece of evidence, isn’t it?”
“Oh, but that proves nothing,” said Asher.
“And he being found in the garden that night, when Gartram was having his after-dinner nap,” continued Glyddyr, looking at the door.
“Yes, looks bad,” said the Doctor, “but all nonsense. Why can’t they let the old man rest?”
“You—you don’t think he poisoned him?” said Glyddyr.
“No, certainly not.”
“It would have been impossible, of course. But they say he is rich now; has plenty of money. How could he come by that?”
“Who can say?”