loading of the capsule. Theoretically.â
âVery,â Weigand told him. âDid your mother have a dog, Mr. Logan? Any kind of an animal she might want to dispose of?â
Paul Logan shook his head.
âWhat happened,â Bill told both of them, âis that someone with access to Mrs. Loganâs medicine cabinet put into the bottle of vitamin capsules a capsule filled with a lethal dose of cyanide. The purpose was to kill her. The poison capsule could have been put in yesterday; it could have been put in a week agoâtwo weeks ago, for that matter. The bottle was two-thirds empty. Originally, it contained fifty capsules. Say sheâd take, at the prescribed rate of two a day, ohâthirty, thirty-five. Thereâs your two weeks, since the capsule could be placed anywhere the murderer chose in the bottle.â
He looked at the other two men.
âWhich is the reason,â he pointed out, âthat thereâs no point in asking either of you, or anyone else, for that matter, where he was when Mrs. Logan diedâor where he was yesterday, or the day before.â
That was the trouble with poison, Bill thought. He mentally damned poisoners. They were, when they used something like cyanide, more merciful than most who killed. But they were also much harder to catch.
âWhoever killed your mother, Mr. Logan,â he said, âhad to have two thingsâaccess to the medicine cabinet; motive for murder. Access for a minute would be enoughâwe may find that a hundred people had it. You obviously did, Mr. Logan. You, Mr. Sandford?â
âSure,â Sandford said. âAnd the servants, Mrs. Hickey, her daughter. Any guest Grace may have had in the past two weeks who wanted to wash his hands, or her hands. Thereâs a bath downstairs, twoâI think it isâon the floor above. Grace usually suggested anyone use hers. Itâs more convenient.â
âRight,â Bill said. âSoââ
âCome to think of it,â Sandford added, âmy wifeâs one of the few people I can think of who couldnât have planted the stuff. Not within the past two weeks. Sheâs been away a monthâmonth and a half.â
âHowever,â Bill Weigand told him, âyou donât know where. Soâyou donât know she couldnât have been in, say, St. Louis, flown back here for a day, flown back there, continued her trip.â
âLookââ Sandford began, standing up, very tall, flushed.
âYou brought it up,â Bill told him. âIâm merely suggesting the problems, not that your wife was here, Mr. Sandford. Iâm merely stressing that, in cases like this, we fall back on motive.â
And do we fall, Bill thought. And does a jury want more!
âWeââ Bill started again, and this time Mullins interrupted him from the door.
âLieutenant,â he said, âMr. and Mrs. North are here.â He paused. âTheyâve come back,â he said.
Pam North was at the door behind Mullins and Jerry was behind her.
âOh Bill,â Pam said, âsomethingâoh.â
Bill said âHello Pam,â and waited.
âWe called Dorian,â Pam North said. âRight after we dropped the aunts at the Welby. Sheâs all right, Bill.â
âDorian?â Bill repeated. âWas there supposed to beâ?â
âWe thought youâd want to know,â Pam said. âWe were going to call, but if thereâs one here it isnât listed. But the Plazaâs just around the corner, anyway.â
Slowly, Bill Weigand ran the fingers of his right hand through his hair.
âBut youâre busy with Mr. Sandford andââ Pam said, and stopped and looked at Paul Logan.
âMrs. Loganâs son,â Bill told her. âAnd her nephew. Bartonââ But then he paused in turn. In some fashion, Pamela North appeared already to know Barton Sandford.
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