![]() ![]() ![]() Denny, obviously dragged at her heels, ate in morose silence, looking suspiciously at the food, for all the world as if he thought it might be poisoned. Naturally, then, he had refused to let him see Chatford this morning. Lydston would have been in the confidence of the police. And that was why Lydston had changed his mind. That their suspicions had been unfounded, beastly, lying. What would they be thinking now, then? Obviously, that the illnesses had been due to natural causes. Well, then, they had suspected him of administering arsenic, but they couldn’t do so any longer because by now they must have got the analyst’s report that there was no arsenic in the eliminations. The Chief Inspector would not have questioned him like that if he had not been suspected as the administrator. They had suspected arsenical poisoning, but they might not have suspected himself as its administrator. Bickleigh leaned forward over the table, his head on his hands. And the analyst’s report would have been negative. But how could they suspect such a thing? Chatford’s symptoms were not unlike those of arsenical poisoning, it was true but the presence or absence of arsenic in the body could be ascertained in a moment by any competent analyst. The man had been trying to trap him into an admission of possessing arsenic. ![]()
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