"I got the trick from a man in Cincinnati—another great character. Homatropine is the basic element of his preparation.
"Some day women will hear of it and make him rich. He deserves it."
Fulton, after he had read that, looked at Braceway out of tortured eyes. This turning of his tragedy into jest defied his strength.
"That's enough of that," Braceway raised his voice above the clatter of the typewriter. "Get down to the crime, or stop!"
"By all means," Bristow assented.
Flicking from the roller the page he had already begun, he tore it up and inserted another.
"I met Enid Fulton six years ago at Hot Springs, Virginia. She fell in love with me.
"I had always known that a rich woman's indiscretions could be made to yield big dividends. She was a victim of her——"
Braceway's grasp caught the writer's hands.
"Eliminate that!" he ordered sternly. "It's not necessary."