“Perhaps you’ve heard of the special cigars that are made for Pierpont Morgan,” he went on, as he handed one to me, after carefully replacing the wrappings of the bundle.  “Well, I smoked one of Morgan’s cigars once—­it was good, mighty good; but it wasn’t in the same class with these.  Light up.”

I did.  Never before had I drawn between my lips a breath so satisfying—­so rich, so smooth, so full of flavour.  I exhaled the fragrant smoke slowly.

“Godfrey,” I said, “I never knew what tobacco was before.  Are these cigars purchasable?  I’m only a poor lawyer, but even one a month would be a thing to look forward to and dream about.”

But Godfrey shook his head.

“I’ve felt like that,” he said; “but they’re not to be had for money.  And now about Swain.”

“Let’s postpone it a little longer,” I begged.  “I don’t want my mind distracted.”

Godfrey laughed, but fell silent; and for the next half hour, no sound was heard.

“Now,” I said, at last, “I’m ready to listen, so fire ahead whenever you want to.”

“I haven’t much to tell,” he began; “nothing new about the case.  But I stopped at the Tombs, before I started back, to make sure that Swain had everything he wanted.  They’d given him an upper cell, and sent over to the Marathon and got him his things, and I arranged to have his meals sent in to him from Moquin’s.”

“I ought to have thought of that,” I said, contritely.  “I’m much obliged to you, Godfrey.  Did you see him?”

“Only for a minute.  He seemed fairly cheerful.  He’d had them bring some of his law books to him, and remarked that he’d have plenty of time to study.  I like the way he’s taking it.  He gave me a message for you.”

“What was it?”

“That you are not to forget your promise.”

I smoked on for a few moments in silence.

“I promised him I’d get Miss Vaughan away from that house,” I said at last.  “I had Mrs. Royce write her a note, inviting her to stay with her.  I gave it to her this afternoon.”

“What did she say?”

“She didn’t say anything, but I could see the idea didn’t impress her.  And I had thought all along that she would jump at it.”

Godfrey gave a little grunt, whether of surprise or satisfaction I could not tell.

“Why didn’t you put her on the stand to-day, Lester?” he asked.  “Afraid of upsetting her?”

“I wouldn’t have stopped for that, if her evidence would have helped Swain.  But it would only have put him deeper in the hole.”

“In what way?”

“Well, in the first place, she says that as she and her father returned to the house, she heard footsteps behind them and thought it was Swain following them, because that would be a natural thing for him to do; and, in the second place, she saw that blood-stained handkerchief on the floor beside her father’s chair when she came into the room and found him dead.”