Coroner Penfield picked up several sheets of paper and thumbed them over until he came to a penciled memorandum.
“There were two sandwiches and some peaches on the tea table in front of your aunt,” he remarked. “Who prepared those sandwiches?”
For the second time Kitty colored hotly. “The sandwiches were left over from some I made on Saturday when Aunt Susan entertained Mrs. Amos Parsons at tea.”
“And the peaches—” questioned Penfield.
“I don’t know where Aunt Susan got the peaches,” she said, with a quick shrug of her shoulders. “Probably Oscar brought them to her on Sunday morning when I was out. He knew her fondness for them.”
“Did you not always know what supplies you had in your larder?”
“Why, no.” With a lift of her eyebrows. “Oscar did the marketing.”
Penfield laid down the papers in his hand. “Was your aunt in her normal health on Sunday?” he asked.
“Apparently so; I never observed any change in her.”
“Had she complained of illness recently?”