“Schnitzler? Yes. I learned, through the medium of an official acquaintance, that Dr. H. Weiss was a stranger to them; that they knew nothing about him excepting that he had ordered from them, and been supplied with, a hundred grams of pure hydrochlorate of morphine.”

“All at once?”

“No. In separate parcels of twenty-five grams each.”

“Is that all you know about Weiss?”

“It is all that I actually know; but it is not all that I suspect⁠—on very substantial grounds. By the way, what did you think of the coachman?”

“I don’t know that I thought very much about him. Why?”

“You never suspected that he and Weiss were one and the same person?”