don't mind telling me a few things about bhurine—apart from this particular connection?"
"I am very busy," and Mr Lightcraft, with his back towards the shop, did something superfluous among the bottles on a shelf.
"I imagine that the time of Mr Max Carrados, of whom even you may possibly have heard, is as valuable as yours, my good friend," put in Mr Carlyle with scandalised dignity.
"Mr Carrados?" Lightcraft turned and regarded the blind man with interest. "I did not know. But you must recognise the unenviable position in which I am put by this gentleman's interference."
"It is his profession, you know," said Carrados mildly, "and, in any case, it would certainly have been someone. Why not help me to get you out of the position?"
"How is that possible?"
"If the case against Philip Loudham breaks down and he is discharged at the next hearing you would not be called upon further."
"That would certainly be a mitigation. But why should it break down?"
"Suppose you let me try the taste of bhurine," suggested Carrados. "You have some left?"
"Max, Max!" cried Mr Carlyle's warning voice, "aren't you aware that the stuff is a deadly poison? One-fifth of a grain"
"Mr. Lightcraft will know how to administer it."
Apparently Mr Lightcraft did. He filled a graduated measure with cold water, dipped a slender glass rod into a bottle that was not kept on the shelves, and with it stirred the water. Then into another vessel of water he dropped a single spot of the dilution.
