You take particular care of those dinner things of his--the remains of his dinner, every scrap--and of that tin bottle.
That, especially.

Take all these things yourself, Mitchington, and lock them up--they'll be wanted for examination." Mitchington glanced at the simple matters which Bryce indicated.

And suddenly he turned a half-frightened glance on his companion.
"You don't mean to say that--that you suspect he's been poisoned ?" he asked.

"Good Lord, if that is so--" "I don't think you'll find that there's much doubt about it," answered Bryce.

"But that's a point that will soon be settled.