“That’s right,” said the Saint. “And it still goes.”
“Then it could only be one of us — Esther or Lissa or Ginny.”
“Or me. Or the servants.”
“My God!” Freddie sat up. “It isn’t even going to be safe to eat!”
The Saint smiled slightly.
“I think it is. Ginny and I were talking about that. But I’ve eaten... Let’s take it another way. You put the finger on Johnny Implicato last Christmas. That’s nearly a year ago. So anybody who wanted to sneak in to get revenge for him must have sneaked in since then. Let’s start by washing out anybody you’ve known more than a year. How about the servants?”
“I hired them all when I came here this season.”
“I was afraid of that. However. What about anybody else?”
“I only met you yesterday.”
“That’s quite true,” said the Saint calmly. “Let’s include me. Now what about the girls?”