"Two?"

"Yes. Rags and Tatters."

"Where's Tatters?"

"Dead. By the same road as Rags."

"Killed at your place in Flatbush?"

"No. Right here in this room."

Average Jones became suddenly very much worried about the second
button of his coat. Having satisfied himself of its stability, he
drawled, "Er--both of--er--them?"

"Yes. Ten days apart."

"Where were you?"

"On the spot. That is, I was here when Tatters got his death. I
had gone to the wash-room at the farther end of the hall when Rags
was poisoned."

"Why do you say poisoned?"

"What else could it have been? There was no wound on either of the
dogs."