“And the strychnine was taken when?”
“Midnight, or thereabouts. But that’s only a guess. Anyway, she got it along with the citrocarbonate. I tasted it on the glass.”[24]
“By the by, doctor,” said Vance, “when you do the autopsy can you let us have a report on the state of atrophy of the leg muscles?”
“Sure thing.” Doremus was somewhat surprised by the request.
When he had gone, Markham addressed himself to Drumm.
“We’d like to talk to Ada now. How is she this morning?”
“Oh, fine!” Drumm spoke with pride. “I saw her right after I’d looked at the old lady. She’s weak and a bit dried up with all the atropine I gave her, but otherwise practically normal.”
“And she has not been told of her mother’s death?”
“Not a word.”
“She will have to know,” interposed Vance; “and there’s no point in keeping the fact from her any longer. It’s just as well that the shock should come when we’re all present.”