"I've discovered just what it was that caused the death of your husband," hastened Craig.
I watched her closely. She was trying to show just enough and not too much interest.
"Indeed?" she replied, veiling her eyes as a matter of self-defense. "Was it belladonna?"
"No, it was not atropin," returned Craig, giving the drug its more scientific name. "It was physostigmine."
I was watching her narrowly. Evidently she had been expecting some repetition of the psychological tests and Kennedy's more direct attack almost swept away a defense as she tried to adjust herself to the unexpected.
Before she could recover from the shock that the bald statement seemed to give her, Craig shot out, "Has Doyle told you?"
"Yes," she replied, endeavoring to remain calm and at the same time appear frank, "something about a bean which either you or Mr. Jameson discovered down in the office."
"Then why did you mention belladonna?" asked Craig.
She avoided his gaze as she answered, quickly, "Because it was the first thing that the police mentioned—the first thing that came into my head—like some of your psychological tests, I suppose."
The last sentence was uttered with a sort of sarcastic defiance which I did not relish in Honora.