Gordon.
Sure, Loveday, I’ll hold him, even if Mr. Smithers won’t.
Loveday.
Oh, but you both must. Listen. The reason I spilt the coffee was that he had put poison in it!
Minister. Duchess.
(Incredulous.) Poison? Poison!
Loveday.
Yes, poison. A deadly, secret poison, made from the karaka nut. It would never have been detected, never! A few hours later you would just have had a stroke and died! Of course he knows how dreadfully important you are.
Minister. Duchess.