"None in the least," was the reply. "Very well, then. Now, don't mind my feelings at all, but tell me exactly why you have suspected me of being a murderer." "Well," answered Stratton, "in the first place we must look for a motive. It seems to me that you have a motive for the crime." "And might I ask what that motive is, or was?" "You will admit that you disliked Brenton?" "I will admit that, yes." "Very well. You will admit also that you were--well, how shall I put it?--let us say, interested in his wife before her marriage?" "I will admit that; yes." "You, perhaps, will admit that you are interested in her now?" "I do not see any necessity for admitting that; but still, for the purpose of getting along with the case, I will admit it. Go on." "Very good. Here is a motive for the crime, and a very strong one. First, we will presume that you are in love with the wife of the man who is murdered. Secondly, supposing that you are mercenary, quite a considerable amount of money will come to you in case you marry Brenton's widow. Next, some one at that table poisoned him. It was not Mrs. Brenton, who poured out the cup of coffee. The cup of coffee was placed before Brenton, and my opinion is that, until it was placed there, there was no poison in that cup. The doomed man was entirely unsuspicious, and therefore it was very easy for a person to slip enough poison in that cup unseen by anybody at that table, so that when he drank his coffee nothing could have saved him. He rose from the table feeling badly, and he went to his room and died. Now, who could have placed that poison in his cup of coffee? It must have been one of the two that sat at his right and left hand. A young lady sat at his right hand. She certainly did not commit the crime. You, Stephen Roland, sat at his left hand. Do you deny any of the facts I have recited?" "That is a very ingenious chain of circumstantial evidence. Of course, you do not think it strong enough to convict a man of such a serious crime as murder?" "No; I quite realize the weakness of the case up to this point. But there is more to follow. Fourteen days before that dinner you purchased at the drug store on the corner of Blank Street and Nemo Avenue thirty grains of morphia. You had the poison put up in capsules of five grains each. What do you say to that bit of evidence added to the