"Has Doctor Lathrop been told?" asked Kennedy.
"Yes, but he didn't show any emotion. He has given orders that everything necessary must be done. But he absolutely refuses to allow the funeral to take place from his apartment. He insists that it must be from a private establishment. Even in death he will not forgive her. Said he would be over—but he hasn't come yet. I doubt whether he will. Her relatives live in the Middle West. He did give orders that they were to be notified."
"What was the cause of death?" asked Craig.
Leslie looked at him significantly. "I wanted your advice on that," he remarked. "Look."
He had led Kennedy over to the white bed on which the body of Vina lay.
"The eyes show the characteristic contraction of the pupils that I have come to recognize as from physostigmine. In fact, I don't think there can be much doubt about it in this case. What do you think?"
Kennedy bent over and examined the body.
"I quite agree with you," he added, as he rose. "It is a case of the same poisoning—only I think not by the bean this time, but by the pure drug."
"Where do you suppose she got it?" asked Doyle. "I'll try to trace it in some of the drugstores to make sure."
"Craig," I exclaimed, "do you recall that Doctor Lathrop said he had no use for the bean itself, but that naturally in his medicine-chest he had the drug? She heard us talking the thing over that time when we visited them. Without a doubt it was where she got it—that is," I corrected, "where she might have got it."