A quarter of an hour later, the dog dies of poison.

That poison you certainly could get at home and, by your own admission, you were out and about at the time the dog was poisoned.

The case looks very bad against you." "I don't care how bad it looks," Reuben said, passionately.

"It wasn't me, squire, if that were the last word I ever had to speak." "Very well," the squire said coldly.

"In my mind, the evidence is overwhelming against you.