“Ah, yes. And why did you put a large dose of bromide in the glass of milk?”
“Did it kill her?” and Estelle screamed out her query. Pauline and Anita looked at one another. It was the same question Estelle had asked of them.
“An overdose of bromide may be fatal,” parried the Coroner, not answering the question directly. “Why did you do it?”
“I didn’t do it,” and the French girl shrugged her shoulders; “why should I poison my mistress? She was quick-tempered, but I was used to that.”
“Don’t be stupid,” said the Coroner; “the bromide didn’t poison Miss Carrington, for, in the first place, she didn’t take it. The glass of milk was found next morning untouched, though the sandwiches were gone. Therefore, the bromide in the milk was found. Why did you put it in?”
“I didn’t do it,” reiterated the maid. “Look higher up for that!”
“What do you mean?”
“I mention no names, but somebody must have done it, if bromide was found in that milk.”
“But you tried to get the glass away next morning, without being seen.”
“Who says I did?”