He looked at Joy. He said, "Oh, my broken test tube! There is no need of—"
"I know it will be hard for them to convict you without corpus delicti, but you must confess."
"Let's all go over to my laboratory."
"If you wish. You may have one last visit there."
"Excellent—one last visit." He smiled and I wondered if I saw a certain craftiness behind it.
Cora voiced no objections, seemingly anxious to stay near Uncle Peter. When we got to his laboratory, he went on through into his living quarters and took a suit case from the closet.
"What are you going to do?"
"Pack my things."
"Oh, of course. You'll need some things in jail."
"Who said anything about jail? I'm going to Tibet."