Then his movements were like lightning. He pocketed the two certificates, and made a quick but very thorough examination of every other paper on the desk. He found nothing of interest there, however, and neither did the dead man's pockets yield anything. Then he went into the bedroom and looked through the suitcases, with the same barren results.
Finally, he stood quite still and for a few moments let his eyes roam round the room. Falling at length upon a good-sized bottle upon the mantelshelf, he sprang over to inspect it. The bottle was labelled “Poison.” Sleeping tablets. “One to be taken as required.” It appeared to be quite full and contained, so he judged, about a hundred small oblong capsules filled with white powder.
A smile came over his face and, taking the bottle with him, he
