"I happen to know that the only London address Miss Lindsay ever had was the Carlton Club; they may be able to tell us there." "Of course they'll be able to tell us. Found any cash?" "Not a penny." "Anything which stands for cash?" "Nothing; except what I have told you." He had said nothing about what was in his breast-pocket. "Lindsay was a man of secretive habits; if he could help it he never let his left hand know what his right hand was doing. When you come to deal with the affairs of a man like that you're handicapped; but there can be no sort of doubt that he was a man of considerable means. It must have cost him something to live here; where did the money to do that come from? It must have come from somewhere." "It seems that there are a good many debts; as you are possibly aware, there is a good deal owing round here." "He was a man who hated paying." Suddenly the doctor glanced up from the papers he was examining to glare at his companion. "Look here, Nash, what are you hinting at?" "I am merely answering your questions." "Yes, but you're answering them in a way I don't like." The younger man smiled. "I am afraid that I didn't realize that my answers had to be to your liking, whatever the facts might be." The doctor returned to the papers; he looked as if he could have said something vigorous, but refrained. After a while he had to admit that his researches, so far, had been without result. "Well, there seems to be nothing here, and that's a fact. These papers seem to contain material for a history of the Cloverlea estate since it came into Lindsay's possession; and that's all. Now for the safe." "I've gone through that." "I'll go through it also; though from the look of it, it doesn't seem as if there were much to go through." He pulled out one of the small drawers at the bottom. "Hallo, what have we here?" He took out an oblong wooden box. "What's this on the lid? 'Peter Piper's Popular Pills.'" "What!" The exclamation came from Nash. "Here it is, large as life, in good bold letters; there ought to be something valuable in here." He opened the lid. "An envelope with papers in it; what's this writing on it? 'Analyses of the constituent parts of Peter Piper's Popular Pills by leading analytical chemists.' What fools those fellows are! Lindsay's writing; he doesn't seem to have had a high opinion of some one; let's hope there's nothing libellous. What's here besides? A bottle purporting to contain Peter Piper's Popular Pills; the man seems to have had them on the brain. And--other bottles containing the ingredients of which they're made; so it says outside them; as I'm alive! and the man kept this stuff inside his safe! Nash, why are you looking at me like that?" Mr. Nash was regarding the doctor with a somewhat singular expression on his face; when the doctor put the question to him he started, as if taken by surprise. "Looking at you? was I looking at you?" "Glaring was the better word."