EVIDENCE

EVIDENCE See here, this object that I found Surely belongs to you You may shake your head and look away Yet I can tell that you recognise it Now your face reddens And I am ever more certain it is yours Something of great significance To you especially, I think Take it, hold out your hand Let me please return it to you Merely a small blue glass phial Containing the residue of some liquid With which you are familiar, no doubt A lethal weapon in your armoury Poison makes no sound, except an escaping sigh That you must have heard so many times Go now, I shall hold this a secret between us For one day I may have use of your skill