A moment later I saw that he was holding in his hand what were
apparently the remains of a little broken vial which he had fitted
together from the pieces. Evidently it had been used and dropped
in haste.
"A vial for a local anesthetic," he remarked. "This is the sort of
thing that might be injected into an arm or leg and deaden the
pain of a cut, but that is all. It wouldn't affect the
consciousness or prevent any one from resisting a murderer to the
last. I doubt if that had anything directly to do with his death,
or perhaps even that this is Cushing's blood on it."
Unlike Winslow I had seen Kennedy in action so many times that I
knew it was useless to speculate. But I was fascinated, for the
deeper we got into the case, the more unusual and inexplicable it
seemed. I gave that end of it up, but the fact that Strong had
gone to secure the combination of the safe suggested to me to
examine that article. There was certainly no evidence of robbery
or even of an attempt at robbery there.
"Was any doctor called?" asked Kennedy.
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