“It was Thoyne himself—the swine,” he went on. “I saw him give Clevedon the dope that killed him—in a white packet. ‘You’ll sleep all right after that,’ he said, and laughed. He wasn’t far out. He put Clevedon to sleep sound enough.”
“Did you tell Thoyne what you saw?” I asked. “When did he give it to him?”
“Why, Clevedon called on him that night. They’d quarrelled over a girl, and Clevedon went to—I don’t know what he went for.”
“Went where?”
“To see Thoyne—at Thoyne’s house. I followed him. I couldn’t hear all they said, but I could see everything.”
“And you didn’t tell Thoyne what you saw?”
“No, I didn’t.”
“But, why?”
“Oh, well, I was keeping that,” he said, with a maudlin grin. “I thought it might come in useful—later on. But Thoyne did it right enough.”
“Do you know what was in the packet?”