Bea. You brought her—when?
Sir P. When you were in the other room, naturally. I took the liberty of putting her into the conservatory, where, you will remember, she had the misfortune to upset a flower-pot.
Bea. I understand. You laid a trap for me?
Sir P. I took that liberty.
Bea. And you say, this is poisoned?
Sir P. I should think, fatally.
Bea. If I am guilty, why do I not get rid of it? You have given me plenty of opportunity.
Sir P. For a very excellent reason. Because you are quite clever enough to know, that to do so would be an admission of your crime.
Bea. I am not guilty, and this (takes up glass) is not poison.
Sir P. Sorry I am to contradict you——