"Well… yes. And I thought that grapefruit tasted funny at the time anyway."
"You're sure it was in the grapefruit?"
"Yes. They didn't suggest it to me. I suggested it to them; the police, I mean. You see, I kept the spoon."
"Kept the spoon?"
"Yes. Accidentally. The spoon that came with the grapefruit. It was left behind when Daisy took the tray down. I saw it a minute or two later, and put it on the dressing table over there, meaning to give it to Daisy when she brought the tea up. Only I began to feel horrible in the meantime, so I forgot it. It's been there all the time. I gave it to Inspector Masters just now. He says if there are traces of strychnine on it—"
Courtney did not ask her if she knew who had carried the grapefruit up. Or, to be more exact, if she knew who was the only person who could have poisoned it.
And, undoubtedly, neither H.M. nor Masters had told her.
"You're exciting yourself, Vicky," said Ann, "and you've got to stop. Please. Lie back. There's a good girl."
Vicky relaxed.
"Yes," admitted Vicky wryly. "I was told not to talk too much. By the doctor, I mean. But you will come and stay the night, won't you, Ann?"