"Perhaps to hear of it again."
"Hello, that is rather startling! And you have done so?
"I think so. Yes, I may say that."
"Now how do you suppose you lost that needle?"
"It was taken from my pocket-case, and another substituted.
"Returning good for evil. Could you not see the difference in the needles?"
"There is not, necessarily, difference in needles. The substitute was the same size and shape, and I was not suspicious."
"And what form does your suspicion take now?"
The great man became rather portentously solemn—he himself would have said "becomingly grave." "My conviction is that Mr. Fellowes took my needle."
Stafford fixed the other with his gaze. "And killed himself with it?"