"Now, you say Lady Dormer had been having this, that and the other. Were there any medicines lying about that General Fentiman might have accidentally taken up and swallowed?"
"Oh, dear no."
"No drops or tabloids or anything of that kind?"
"Certainly not; the medicines were kept in my room."
"Nothing on the bedside table or the mantelpiece?"
"There was a cup of diluted Listerine by the bed, for washing out the patient's mouth from time to time, that was all."
"And there's no digitalin in Listerine—no, of course not. Well now, who brought up the brandy-and-water?"
"The housemaid went to Mrs. Mitcham for it. I should have had some upstairs, as a matter of fact, but the patient couldn't keep it down. Some of them can't, you know."
"Did the girl bring it straight up to you?"
"No—she stopped to call Miss Dorland on the way. Of course, she ought to have brought the brandy at once and gone to Miss Dorland afterwards—but it's anything to save trouble with these girls, as I daresay you know."