"I don't know how They put it in," she said. "I didn't see Them, you know. I left my cup of coffee standing while I went to find Jane. I heard her crying. She had cut her finger and when I had bound it up I felt faint, so I foolishly forgot and picked up the coffee and drank it. I wasn't quite myself or I should never have been so careless."
The doctor seemed to appreciate this point. "Did you taste anything in the coffee?" he asked.
"No. Of course They would be too clever for that!"
"And when did you begin to feel ill?"
"Just as soon as I remembered that I had forgotten to pour out a fresh cup." The naïveté of this statement was quite lost upon the eager speaker.
Esther, who had re-entered the room, opened her lips to improve this opportunity for argument but, meeting the doctor's eye, refrained. Callandar took no notice of the significant admission.
"Where do you feel the pain now?" he asked.
Aunt Amy appeared disturbed.
"Mostly in my head—I—I think." She moved restlessly.
Callandar appeared to consider this.