She fixed her strained, startled eyes on his face. “No. No, not under lock and key. But no one has ever—”
“Don’t be an ass, Faith!” Charmian interrupted. “Obviously someone has! Where is the stuff?”
“It’s always kept on the shelf, with my other medicines and things. But there’s only a very little left in the one bottle, and I haven’t opened the new one yet! I really don’t think...”
“May I see it, madam?”
“Yes, of course! Shall I fetch it, or would you like to see for yourself where it is?”
“If you please,” said Logan.
She led the way up the main staircase to her room at the head of it. “There it is, Inspector. Those two bottles at the end of the shelf. You’ll see that the new one hasn’t been opened even. I’m sure... ”
The Inspector, who had picked one of the bottles up with his handkerchief, said: “This is empty, madam.”
“Empty? Oh, you must have got the old one! But I quite thought there was a little left in the bottle!”
He picked up the other bottle, and tilted it. “In this one, madam, there is.”