He stepped into the car and was driven, as he requested, for about half a mile. Then, turning into a by-road, Larose pulled up. “Now what is it you want?” he asked, very curious as to what was going to be told him.
“Well, first,” said Mendel, “your idea about going to see the dead man's doctor turned out to be a very good one.”
“I thought there was something fishy about his having so many of those capsules,” said Larose, “directly my own quack told me how dangerous they were.”
The inspector nodded. “Well, our finding out how he'd got them pleased everyone except that Mr. Nankivell. It certainly pleased the Chief Constable, because it helped to prove his own men were right in thinking it was a clear case of suicide and that we C.I.D. chaps need not have been brought down.”
“But you got
