He waited until Dr.Coates, an elderly man who was the leading practitioner in the town, arrived, and to him he gave a careful account of his discovery.

And after the police had taken the body away, and he had accompanied Mitchington to the police-station and seen the tin bottle and the remains of Collishaw's dinner safely locked up, he went home to lunch, and to wonder at this strange development.
The inspector was doubtless right in saying that Collishaw had been done to death by somebody who wanted to silence him--but who could that somebody be?
Bryce's thoughts immediately turned to the fact that Ransford had overheard all that Mitchington had said, in that very room in which he, Bryce, was then lunching--Ransford! Was it possible that Ransford had realized a danger in Collishaw's knowledge, and had-- He was interrupted at this stage by Mitchington, who came hurriedly in with a scared face.
"I say, I say!" he whispered as soon as Bryce's landlady had shut the door on them.

"Here's a fine business! I've heard something--something I can hardly credit--but it's true.

I've been to tell Collishaw's family what's happened.

And--I'm fairly dazed by it--yet it's there--it is so!" "What's so ?" demanded Bryce.