“Jimmie was quite well Monday night,” she protested. “He—he—had some heart medicine with him.”
“Amyl nitrite?”
“No.”
“Nitro-glycerine?”
“I—I think that was it, I am not quite sure,” she spoke with uncertainty, and Kent knew that she lied. His heart sank.
“Did he swallow any medicine in your presence?”
She shook her head vigorously. “No, he did not.”
Kent lowered his voice. “Did you see him take Mrs. Brewster's aconitine pills off the hall table?”
Helen shifted her gaze to his face and then back to her ever restless hands. “No,” she said. “I did not see him take the pills.”
Kent studied her in a silence which, to her, seemed never-ending.