Milly showed the greatest relief. "Oh," she cried, "I'm glad you've found out who it was, anyway! But it doesn't seem as if Mr. Tracy could be a bad man--are you sure, Mr. Wise?" "Yes, Mrs. Landon, there is no doubt at all. Now, let us reconstruct the scene of those two deaths. Where was Mr. Tracy sitting?" "Right here, where I am now," said Norma, thinking back. "Vernie was over there, near the front door. Mr. Bruce was across the hall by Professor Hardwick, and Eve was in the middle of the room by the tea-table." "Will you be so kind, Miss Carnforth, as to think very carefully," said Wise, "and see if you recollect Mr. Tracy's presence near you as you were fixing the various cups of tea. Did he have the slightest opportunity to add anything to the cup that was afterward handed to Mr. Bruce?" Excited, almost hysterical, Eve obeyed the detective's command, and said, after a moment's thought, "Yes, he did. I remember he passed near me, and Vernie stood at my side also. They had a bit of good-natured banter as to which should take the cup I had just poured out, and Vernie won, and she laughingly carried it to Mr. Bruce. I remember it distinctly." "Then, doubtless, at that moment, Tracy dropped the small amount of poison necessary in the cup, sure that it would be given to Mr. Bruce. Had Vernie given it to any one else, he would have intercepted it. He is a man of suave manners, you know." "Yes," said Norma, "particularly so, and very graceful about any social matters. He always assisted in passing the tea things." "Go on," said Penny Wise; "what happened as Mr. Bruce took his first sip of tea?" "He changed countenance at once," said Hardwick. "I was talking to him, and a queer pallor came over his face and then it turned fiery red. He dropped his cup and----" "One moment," said Wise; "what became of that broken cup?" "I've no idea," said the Professor, helplessly looking about him. "I wasn't home," began Milly, "Mr. Braye and I had gone to East Dryden----" "The tray was taken out as usual," interposed Eve, but Norma said, quietly, "I picked up the broken bits and laid them on the tray." "Call in the servant who took away that tray," said Wise, shortly. Old Thorpe was called in, and told his story. "I came in for the tray," he said, "and seein'--what I did see--I was fair knocked out. I did as usual, and picked up the tray to carry it to the kitchen. Mr. Tracy was by the tray at the time, and he was pourin' hot water into the teacups. I don't think the man knew what he was about,--none of us did, and small wonder!" Thorpe knew nothing of the recent developments regarding Tracy, and Wise pursued: "Do you remember whether Mr. Tracy poured hot water over the broken cup?" "That's just what he was doin', sir, that's why I thought he didn't rightly know what he was about." "You may go, Thorpe," said Wise.