My package went to poor Brenton." The druggist turned pale.
"I hope," he said, "nothing public will come of this." "My dear sir," said Roland, "something public will _have_ to come of it.

You will oblige me by ringing up the central police station, as this book must be given in charge of the authorities." "Look here," put in Stratton, his newspaper instinct coming uppermost, "I want to get this thing exclusively for the _Argus_." "Oh, I guess there will be no trouble about that.

Nothing will be made public until to-morrow, and you can telegraph to-night if we find the box of capsules in Brenton's residence.

We must take an officer with us for that purpose, but you can caution or bribe him to keep quiet until to-morrow." When the three went to William Brenton's residence they began a search of the room in which Brenton had died, but nothing was found.

In the closet of the room hung the clothes of Brenton, and going through them Stratton found in the vest pocket of one of the suits a small box containing what was described as five-grain capsules of sulphate of quinine.