"That," said I, "is for you to judge. I think it is, but you may think otherwise;" and hereupon, without further preamble, I plunged into the history of the case, giving him a condensed statement similar to that which I had already made to Stillbury.
He listened with close attention, jotting down from time to time a brief note on a sheet of paper; and, when I had finished, he wrote out in a black-covered notebook a short précis of my statement.
"I have written down here," he said, "the substance of what you have told me. I will read the deposition over to you, and, if it is correct, I will ask you to sign it."
He did so, and, when I had signed the document, I asked him what was likely to be done in the matter.
"I am afraid," he replied, "that we can't take any active measures. You have put us on our guard and we shall keep our eyes open. But I think that is all we can do, unless we hear something further."
"But," I exclaimed, "don't you think that it is a very suspicious affair?"
"I do," he replied. "A very fishy business indeed, and you were quite right to come and tell us about it."
"It seems a pity not to take some measures," I said. "While you are waiting to hear something further, they may give the poor wretch a fresh dose and kill him."
