Clara had been the last one to see her alive, and of course...He stopped with an unshaped thought in his mind, and then smiled at it for an absurdity.

Tired with his exertions, he sat on the sofa, digging his elbow into the cushion, and instantly felt something hard underneath.

The next moment he was on his feet, holding in his hands the bottle of brandy, half empty.

He stared stupidly at the bottle that had sent Ada to her death and set him free, wondering who had paid for it and brought it into the house.
As he turned the bottle in his hands, examining it with the morbid interest with which one examines a bloodstained knife, he heard a light tap on the door.
"Come in," he cried, absorbed in his discovery.
He turned with the bottle in his hands, to find Clara standing in the doorway with a tremulous smile on her lips.

But, as Jonah turned, her eye fell on the bottle.
"I've been a day findin' this," said Jonah; "but now..." An extraordinary change in Clara's face stopped the words on his lips.
The tremulous smile on her parted lips changed to a nervous grin, and her colour turned to a greyish white as she stared at the bottle, her eyes dilated with horror.