“I say, are you certain of all that? I mean to say, no doubt about anything?” Warnham was flushed. “Arsenic—and the time—and the dose? It’s pretty thick, you know.”
“There is no doubt. I have found arsenic. I can estimate the dose. And arsenic acts within that time.”
“But I can’t believe it,” Mrs. Warnham said. “It would be too horribly cruel. Mr. Fortune, couldn’t it have been accident? Something in his food?”
“It was certainly in his food or drink. But not accident, Mrs. Warnham. That is not possible.”
“I say, let’s have it all out, Fortune,” Warnham growled. “Do you suspect anyone?”
“That’s rather for you, isn’t it?” said Reggie.
“Who could want to poison Gerald?” Mrs. Warnham cried.
“He says some one did,” Warnham growled.
“When do you suppose he took the stuff, Fortune? At the party or after he came home?”
“What did he have when he came home?”