"What? You know? Did you know her too?" said the man with the green specs, turning towards me.
"Yes, sir. And I do not doubt that her death was a violent one, no matter how hard they try to make us believe it was food poisoning."
"I'm of the same opinion. What an excellent woman! But how do you know all this for a fact?"
"I know, I know," I replied, extremely pleased that this man at least did not think I was mad.
"You'll make a declaration to the court then, for the judge has already started to sum up."
"I'll be happy just to see these rascals get what's coming to them.
I'll make that declaration, yes, I will, sir."
My moral blindness had reached such a point that I ended up completely taken in by this event half dreamed, half read about, and believed it as I now believe I'm writing with a pen.
"Indeed I will, sir, for it is necessary to clear up this mystery so that the perpetrators of this crime can be punished. I will declare that she was poisoned by a cup of tea, the same as the young man."
"Did you hear that, Petronila?" said the bespectacled man to his wife.
"By a cup of tea."
"Yes, it surprises me," the lady answered. "What terrible things those monsters were capable of!"