It was labelled 'Poison,' and it came from this house." Arthur Cumberland reeled; then he caught himself up and stood, staring, with a very obvious intent of getting a grip on himself before he spoke.
The coroner waited, a slight flush deepening on his cheek.
"How do you know that phial came from this house ?" Dr.Perry looked up, astonished.

He was prepared for the most frantic ebullitions of wrath, for violence even; or for dull, stupid, blank silence.

But this calm, quiet questioning of fact took him by surprise.
He dropped his anxious look, and replied: "It has been seen on the shelves by more than one of your servants.

Your sister kept it with her medicines, and the druggist with whom you deal remembers selling it some time ago to a member of your family." "Which member?
I don't believe this story; I don't believe any of your--" He was fast verging on violence now.
"You will have to, Arthur.

Facts are facts, and we cannot go against them.