“True, but what of that?”
“Much or little according to circumstances.”
“I do not understand you,” said Pelham. “It matters little who gave the medicine to the child. I wish to have it analyzed. Nothing else will set my mind at rest. I have just been to Mrs. Pelham’s house for the purpose of securing the bottle, but I find that you forestalled me, and that you have the medicine in your own keeping.”
“I have.”
“What do you want it for?”
“To have it analyzed.”
“Then you agree with me?” said Dick eagerly.
“I don’t agree with you, but because I am taking copious notes of Sir Piers Pelham’s death I wish to have the medicine analyzed.”
“Can you do it?”
“Yes.”