A day or two before his death, Collishaw complained to me of indigestion, following on his meals.

I gave him some digestive pills--the pills you speak of, no doubt." "These ?" asked the Coroner, passing over the box which Mitchington had found.
"Precisely!" agreed Ransford.

"That, at any rate, is the box, and I suppose those to be the pills." "You made them up yourself ?" inquired the Coroner.
"I did--I dispense all my own medicines." "Is it possible that the poison we have beard of, just now, could get into one of those pills--by accident ?" "Utterly impossible!--under my hands, at any rate," answered Ransford.
"Still, I suppose, it could have been administered in a pill ?" suggested the Coroner.
"It might," agreed Ransford.

"But," he added, with a significant glance at the medical men who had just given evidence.

"It was not so administered in this case, as the previous witnesses very well know!" The Coroner looked round him, and waited a moment.
"You are at liberty to explain--that last remark," he said at last.
"That is--if you wish to do so." "Certainly!" answered Ransford, with alacrity.