that they appeared to contain only some sort of powder. Even Crosby should be able to regard them with equanimity.
Dr. Dabbe grinned. âWhatever you like. Gog and Magog?â he suggested. âOr William-and-Maryâno, not William-and-Maryââhe peered round the shelves of specimensââIâve got a hermaphrodite worm here somewhere called that.â
âMutt and Jeff,â croaked Crosby.
âHeâs feeling better,â said the pathologist kindly. âWhat about Tweedledum and Tweedledee?â
âAntimony and Cleopatra?â contributed Dr. Writtle with a sly smile.
âIt wasnât, was it?â said Sloan. âNot antimony, I mean?â
ââFraid not, Inspector,â said the analyst regretfully. âNice pun if it had been, though. No, what we found was a barbiturate of a sort â¦â
âFerdinand and Isabella,â interrupted Dabbe irrepressibly. âIâm sure they looked alike, too.â
âTom and Jerry,â offered Crosby. He was back to his normal colour again now.
âOne of the free barbiturates,â said Writtle. âThat is to say, not a sodium derivative.â
Sloan waited for enlightenment.
The analyst pointed to the two bottles. âThose crystals have been extracted by ether and chloroform. If we make an aqueous solution of the residue of one of them â¦â
âGog,â said Dr. Dabbe.
âAnd,â went on Writtle, âthen add one drop of Millonâs reagent we get a white gelatinous precipitate which is proof of the presence of a barbiturate.â
âProof positive?â inquired Sloan. There was no word more loosely used than âproofââ¦
âItâll stand up in court,â said Writtle, âif thatâs what you mean. Especially with the other one.â
âMagog,â said Dr. Dabbe helpfully.
âWhen a trace of that one is dissolved in chloroform,â said the analyst, âand a one per cent solution of cobalt acetate added, you get a strong violet colour.â
ââThe dew that on the violet lies,ââ murmured Dr. Dabbe poetically, ââmocks the dark lustre of thine eyes.â Sir Walter Scott. A neglected poet.â
Crosby perked up upon the instant. ââRoses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet and.â¦ââ
Then he caught Sloanâs eye and his voice died away.
âHow,â inquired Sloan gamely of Dr. Writtle, âwas the barbiturate administered?â
Crosby he could and would deal with later but there was absolutely nothing a mere detective inspector could do about a forensic pathologist with a bizarre sense of humour.
âIn what chemical form, do you mean, Inspector? Probably in solution.â The Home Office analyst, at least, Sloan was glad to see, was still on the job. âIt might just have been in a highly soluble uncoated tablet but we doubt it. The main thing is that it wasnât in a capsule.â
âWe looked for one,â said Dr. Dabbe.
âThere was no sign of there having been a capsule,â said Dr. Writtle. âThere was no gelatine present anywhere in the alimentary canal.â
âAnd it couldnât have gone far anyway,â added Dabbe cheerfully. âNot in the time.â
âAh, yes, gentlemen,â said Sloan. âThe time. When â¦â
Writtle riffled through some papers. âItâs not all that easy to say, Inspector, especially if the substance was administered in solution â¦â
âAnd perhaps in something he only sipped slowly,â interjected Dr. Dabbe, âfrom time to timeâsay a liqueurâover half an hour or more.â
âBut we should be prepared to go so far as to say, Inspector,â said Dr. Writtle, âthat it wasnâtâerâtaken much before eight oâclock or much later than eleven.â
Sloan wrote that down and noted the laboratory