Nigel Bruce

Perfectly.

Yes, but how about the dog?

Well, I can't see it.

Well, what happens if one of you dies, Mr. Loveless?

Sounds like a jolly household, I must say.

Mr. Cyanide, eh?

Yes, it seems odd that you didn't come directly to Mr. Holmes as soon as you'd made the discovery, Mr. Loveless.

After all, if a potential murderer is walking about with a pocket full of cyanide, I should have thought that itself was more important than business.

Well, I...

Now I see how you deduced that Mr. Loveless had a dog, Holmes.

There are the marks of the dog's teeth on the stick.

He sounds an extremely unpleasant person to me.

The poor fellow doesn't understand the conditions of the world, I suppose.

There's no light under the door.

He must have gone to sleep.

A hypodermic syringe and a broken file.

Send for the police?

Not at once, Mr. Bartell.

Sherlock Holmes persuaded the remainder of the household to give him the opportunity of examining the scene of the crime carefully before the police were sent for.

And so, a few minutes before one o'clock that October night, Holmes and I stood alone in the room of death.