“There was,” said David Blake.
“Arsenic? But I brought him the tea——”
“Yes, you brought him the tea.”
Edward lifted his head. His eyes behind his glasses had a misty and bewildered look. His voice shook a little.
“But—if there’s an inquest—they might say—they might think——”
He pushed his chair back a little way, and half rose from it, resting his hands on the table, and peering across it.
“David, why do you look at me like that?”
David Blake turned away.
“It’s none of my business,” he said, “I’ve got to give my evidence, and for God’s sake, Edward, pull yourself together before the inquest, and get decent legal advice, for you’ll need it.”
Edward was shockingly pale.