 Well, Doc, you'd carelessly written that letter on the same stationery you had used to write me a note. The one you left in my apartment telling me to leave town. When you batted my brains out, remember? Yes. How unfortunate. You know, Rogue, killing is like lying. One leads to another. What good is it going to do you to kill me? You are the only person who even suspects me of murdering Angela. I tore up the note, and incidentally, I also tore up the will.