Look at this!" He opened his hand and showed Bryce a small cardboard pill-box, across the face of which a few words were written--One after meals--Mr.
Collishaw.
"Whose handwriting's that ?" demanded Mitchington.
Bryce looked closer, and started.
"Ransford's!" he muttered.

"Ransford--of course!" "That box was in Collishaw's waistcoat pocket," said Mitchington.

"There are pills inside it, now.

See!" He took off the lid of the box and revealed four sugar-coated pills.

"It wouldn't hold more than six, this," he observed.
Bryce extracted a pill and put his nose to it, after scratching a little of the sugar coating away.
"Mere digestive pills," he announced.
"Could--it!--have been given in one of these ?" asked Mitchington.
"Possible," replied Bryce.