The law, or
your heirs at law, would never forgive as you would."
Pitts, long poisoned by the subtle microbic poison, stared at
Kennedy as if dazed.
"Who was caught in your kitchen, Mr. Pitts, and, to escape
detection, killed your faithful chef and covered his own traces so
cleverly?" rapped out Kennedy. "Who would have known the new
process of healing wounds? Who knew about the fatal properties of
indol? Who was willing to forego a one-hundred-thousand-dollar
prize in order to gain a fortune of many hundreds of thousands?"
Kennedy paused, then finished with irresistibly dramatic logic;
"Who else but the man who held the secret of Minna Pitts's past
and power over her future so long as he could keep alive the
unfortunate Thornton--the up-to-date doctor who substituted an
elixir of death at night for the elixir of life prescribed for you
by him in the daytime--Dr. Lord."
Kennedy had moved quietly toward the door. It was unnecessary. Dr.
Lord was cornered and knew it. He made no fight. In fact,
instantly his keen mind was busy outlining his battle in court,
relying on the conflicting testimony of hired experts.
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