"What did your master take last?"
"A powder. He insisted upon having it."
"Where is the glass from which he took it?"
"Here, sir; but it has been washed."
So it had, and so carefully that there was nothing to show what its contents had been. It also appeared that the paper in which the powder had been folded, had been used to light a candle, and was burned to ashes.
Doctor Gerrish took up the examination:—"Are there any more powders like it?"
"One, sir;—here it is. I think master said he had them from Doctor Remy."
Doctor Remy bent his head in assent, thankful that no vestige of the fatal powder was left, to make the admission dangerous. The remaining one, being examined, was proved to be innocuous. Doctor Gerrish looked puzzled.
"You see," said Doctor Remy, "that it comes back to what I said first,—we must wait. That is, until we can consult with the dead man's brother and nephew. At what hour this afternoon will it be convenient for you to meet them, and me, here?"
"At any hour you please."