She shook her head wonderingly.
“Why, no. What has Sibella’s dog to do with it?”
“He probably saved your life.” And Vance explained to her how Sproot had happened to find her.
She gave a half-breathless murmur of amazement and incredulity, and fell into abstracted revery.
“When you returned from your sister’s room, did you drink your bouillon at once?” Vance asked her next.
With difficulty she brought her mind back to the question.
“Yes.”
“And didn’t you notice a peculiar taste?”
“Not particularly. Mother always likes a lot of salt in her bouillon.”
“And then what happened?”