Publisher's Synopsis
Oakes smiled. "As the medical evidence proved, he died of the bite of a cobra. It was a small cobra which came from Java." "Did you see the snake?" Oakes shook his head. "Then, how in heaven's name --" "I have enough evidence to make a jury convict Mr. Snake without leaving the box." Oaks had the evidence, all right. The problem with it was, Oaks was just plain wrong.
