“I have a suspicion myself, and I propose that we both write down what we suspect and then compare notes, with the distinct understanding that this transaction is to remain a profound secret between us.”
“Agreed.”
The two men turned their backs together and with pencils hurriedly wrote something on their memorandum books; then facing each other, Captain Burk handed his book to Plaxico.
“Poison!” exclaimed Plaxico.
“Poison!” cried Burk.
Then both men stared wildly at each other.
“What caused you to suspect that she was poisoned?” inquired Captain Burk.
“The peculiar symptoms,” was the prompt reply. “What aroused your suspicions?”
“My poor Newfoundland dog has just died from the effects of poison; or at least such is my belief.”
“What led you to such a conclusion?”