he declared sapiently. "Don't take any risk. Let me drop them out of the window?"
"No." Carrados's hand quietly arrested the threatened action. "No; I have a use for them, Louis, but it is not culinary. You are quite right; they are rank poison. I only want to study them for . . . a case I am interested in."
"A case! You don't mean to say that there is another mushroom poisoner going?"
"No; it is the same."
"But—but you said"
"That I did not know all about it? Quite true. Nor do I yet. But I know rather more than I did then."
"Do you mean that Scotland Yard"
"No, Louis." Mr Carrados appeared to find something rather amusing in the situation. "I am for the other side."
"The other side! And you let me babble out the whole case for the prosecution! Well, really, Max!"
"But you are out of it now? The Public Prosecutor has taken it up?"
"True, true. But, for all that, I feel devilishly bad.
"Then I will give you the whole case for the defence and so we shall be quits. In fact I am relying on you to help me with it."
"With the defence? I—after supplying the evidence that the Public Prosecutor is acting on?"
"Why not? You don't want to hang Philip Loudham—especially if he happens to be innocent—do you?"
"I don't want to hang anyone," protested Mr Carlyle. "At least—not—as a private individual."
"Quite so. Well, suppose you and I between our-
