Murgatroyd tapped the yellow sheets impatiently, and asked:—
"How did he kill himself?"
"Cyanide! Smuggled in somehow, nobody knows."
Murgatroyd read the yellow sheets again.
"Great Cæsar!" he exclaimed.
Mixley, still lingering, now asked:—
"Any news from the Court of Errors and Appeals?"
Murgatroyd nodded.
"Here's their opinion—just handed down."
"Reversal?"