“No. I do not think so. I remember thinking afterward that Reginald must have changed his coat and waistcoat after entering the house, for I noticed when he came up the walk that he wore a low, white waistcoat and his dress suit. When I saw him with the bottle in his hand—or the person whom I did see with a bottle in his hand, wore an ordinary coat and a dark vest.”
“Like what Reginald is wearing now?”
“No. Dark. Quite dark. Almost black, or quite so in that light.”
“When he turned away from the man on the couch, did he at once approach the man in the chair—Orizaba?”
“Yes.”
“And during all the time you were there at the door, while the man whom you supposed to be your brother was using the chloroform and the needle—while he was murdering Orizaba—could you still see the third man, on the couch?”
“Certainly.”
“Then, Miss Danton, your brother is guiltless, for Reginald Danton was unconscious, on the couch, when the murder was committed.”
CHAPTER X.
THE VICTIM OF A NEMESIS.
Mercedes started to her feet with a cry of amazed delight, nor was Reginald’s joy less deep, although he remained quite still in his place on the bench. It was Mercedes who spoke first after the announcement made by the detective.