"My dear sir," said Lecocq, "I warned you, and I warned these gentlemen, that the very things that seem trivial to a thoughtless person are the things that sometimes count. You should have told me _everything_. If you took anything at all, you should have said so. If you had said to me, 'Monsieur Lecocq, before I retired I took five grains of quinine,' I should have at once said; 'Find where that quinine is, and see if it _is_ quinine, and see if there has not been a mistake.' I was entirely misled; I was stupidly misled." "Well, if there was stupidity," returned Brenton, "it was your own." "Come, come, gentlemen," laughed Speed, "all's well that ends well. Everybody has been mistaken, that's all about it. The best detective minds of Europe and America, of the world, and of the spirit-land, have been misled. You are _all_ wrong. Admit it, and let it end." "My dear sir," said Lecocq, "I shall not admit anything. I was not wrong; I was misled. It was this way----" "Oh, now, for goodness' sake don't go over it all again. We understand the circumstances well enough." "I tell you," cried Brenton, in an angry tone, "that---- "Come, come," said Speed, "we have had enough of this discussion. I tell you that you are all wrong, every one of you. Come with me, Brenton, and we will leave this amusing crowd." "I shall do nothing of the kind," answered Brenton, shortly. "Oh, very well then, do as you please. I am glad the thing is ended, and I am glad it is ended by my Chicago friend." "Your Chicago friend!" sneered Brenton, slightingly; "It was discovered by Doctor Stephen Roland." "My dear fellow," said Speed, "Stephen Roland had all his time to discover the thing, and didn't do it, and never would have done it, if George Stratton hadn't encountered him. Well, good-bye, gentlemen; I am sorry to say that I have had quite enough of this discussion. But one thing looms up above it all, and that is that Chicago is ahead of the world in everything--in detection as well as in fires." "My dear sir," cried Lecocq, "it is not true. I will show you in a moment--" "You won't show _me_," said Speed, and he straightway disappeared. "Come, Ferris," said Brenton, "after all, you are the only friend I seem to have; come with me." "Where are you going?" asked Ferris, as they left. "I want to see how my wife takes the news." "Don't," said Mr. Ferris--"don't do anything of the kind. Leave matters just where they are. Everything has turned out what you would call all right. You see that your interference, as far as it went, was perfectly futile and useless. I want now to draw your attention to other things." "Very well, I will listen to you," said Brenton, "if you come with me and see how my wife takes the news. I want to enjoy for even a moment or two her relief and pleasure at finding that her good name is clear." "Very well," assented Ferris, "I will go with you."