Sometimes I'm not sure whether it
wasn't some other girl--I get confused--"
"Don't worry about it," said the doctor calmly. "Or about Miss Esther
either. I want to hear all about the poison."
Aunt Amy remembered her precarious condition with a start. Her eyes grew
vague.
"I don't know how They put it in," she said. "I didn't see Them, you
know. I left my cup of coffee standing while I went to find Jane. I
heard her crying. She had cut her finger and when I had bound it up I
felt faint, so I foolishly forgot and picked up the coffee and drank it.
I wasn't quite myself or I should never have been so careless."
The doctor seemed to appreciate this point. "Did you taste anything in
the coffee?" he asked.
"No. Of course They would be too clever for that!"
"And when did you begin to feel ill?"
"Just as soon as I remembered that I had forgotten to pour out a fresh
cup." The naivete of this statement was quite lost upon the
eager speaker.
Esther, who had re-entered the room, opened her lips to improve this
opportunity for argument but, meeting the doctor's eye, refrained.
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