"Now I come to think of it, Ashton, I remember noticing I had three
cigars in the case I left in the pocket of my overcoat when I hung it in
the cloakroom. There were only two when I pulled the case out in the
car. I wondered then if the cloakroom attendant had helped himself.
Paulton was the first to light up, you may remember, and he offered us
cigars, whereupon I said I had some, and I gave you one of mine--one of
the two. It struck me that my cigar had rather a peculiar flavour, but
after a while it got all right. I believe those weeds must have been
slipped into my case by Paulton and my own cigars removed. The ones we
smoked last night were drugged, that I will swear."