He said violently: «It’s mad! – absolutely mad – we’re all mad!»
The judge said calmly: «We have still, I hope, our reasoning powers. Did any one bring a hypodermic syringe to this house?»
Dr. Armstrong, straightening himself, said in a voice that was not too well assured:
«Yes, I did.»
Four pairs of eyes fastened on him. He braced himself against the deep hostile suspicion of those eyes. He said:
«Always travel with one. Most doctors do.»
Mr. Justice Wargrave said calmly: «Quite so. Will you tell us, doctor, where that syringe is now?»
«In the suitcase in my room.»
Wargrave said: «We might, perhaps, verify that fact.»
The five of them went upstairs, a silent procession.
The contents of the suitcase were turned out on the floor.
The hypodermic syringe was not there.
IV
Armstrong said violently:
«Somebody must have taken it!»
There was silence in the room.
Armstrong stood with his back to the window. Four pairs of eyes were on him, black with suspicion and accusation. He looked from Wargrave to Vera and repeated helplessly – weakly:
«I tell you some one must have taken it.»
Blore was looking at Lombard who returned his gaze.
The judge said: «There are five of us here in this room. One of us is a murderer. The position is fraught with grave danger. Everything must be done in order to safeguard the four of us who are innocent. I will now ask you, Dr. Armstrong, what drugs you have in your possession?»
Armstrong replied: «I have a small medicine case here. You can examine it. You will find some sleeping stufftrional and sulphonal tablets – a packet of bromide, bicarbonate of soda, aspirin. Nothing else. I have no cyanide in my possession.»
The judge said: «I have, myself, some sleeping tablets – sulphonal, I think they are. I presume they would be lethal if a sufficiently large dose were given. You, Mr. Lombard, have in your possession a revolver.»
Philip Lombard said sharply: «What if I have?»
«Only this. I propose that the doctor’s supply of drugs, my own sulphonal tablets, your revolver and anything else of the nature of drugs or firearms should be collected together and placed in a safe place. That after this is done, we should each of us submit to a search – both of our persons and of our effects.»
Lombard said: «I’m damned if I’ll give up my revolver!»
Wargrave said sharply:
«Mr. Lombard, you are a very strongly built and powerful young man, but ex-Inspector Blore is also a man of powerful physique. I do not know what the outcome of a struggle between you would be but I can tell you this. On Blore’s side, assisting him to the best of our ability will be myself, Dr. Armstrong and Miss Claythorne. You will appreciate, therefore, that the odds against you if you choose to resist will be somewhat heavy.»
Lombard threw his head back. His teeth showed in what was almost a snarl.
«Oh, very well then. Since you’ve got it all taped out.»
Mr. Justice Wargrave nodded his head.
«You are a sensible young man. Where is this revolver of yours?»
«In the drawer of the table by my bed.»
«Good.»