Was anybody present related to him ?" glancing round upon the three bystanders.
"I was his landlord," grimly answers Krook, taking the candle from the surgeon's outstretched hand.

"He told me once I was the nearest relation he had." "He has died," says the surgeon, "of an over-dose of opium, there is no doubt.

The room is strongly flavoured with it.

There is enough here now," taking an old tea-pot from Mr.Krook, "to kill a dozen people." "Do you think he did it on purpose ?" asks Krook.
"Took the over-dose ?" "Yes!" Krook almost smacks his lips with the unction of a horrible interest.
"I can't say.

I should think it unlikely, as he has been in the habit of taking so much.