She little guessed how badly she needed a stimulant just then.
Nick looked at his watch.
It wanted but a few minutes of three o’clock.
"When did you see your husband last?" he asked, suddenly.
"Last night—eh, I mean—eh, not since his father’s death."
"There is one thing that Sam has concealed from me," said Nick.
"What is that?"
"Was his father really murdered by Dr. Lord? Or was it by somebody else?"
"You know well," said Anita, regaining her self-confidence, "that no other person could have done it."
"Then you believe," said Nick, adroitly, "that that syringe was charged with poison solely for the purpose of murdering Mr. Rogers."