 Yes. You were a little bit too sure of yourself, Doctor. Yes. I can see now that I was. Where did I slip up, Rogue? I found a letter from you to Mrs. Mullins. A letter about a $50,000 note she was pressing you for. Yes. 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.