dare to say that if she had in fact been Ibre and taken a plate and carried it in to Mr. Pyle. She would :|f|;! Certainly have been seen by some of you.' fjfff He shook his head again. 'Not her. But it could have been any [^!ax One ?^ y?Ut You--I speak now to that one, still to be identified : ?ll0jS?you must have extraordinary faith in your attendant godling, ;,^>.'-WBo allowing for your craft. For you took great risks. You took a sliK ^te from the table--not the first probably, but one of the first-- *$%$:&& ?? y?ur way to the dining room you put arsenic in the cream. -ipMt wasn't difficult; you might even have done it without stopping ffi-siyPyou had the arsenic in a paper spill. You could get rid of the
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when I came back in she was taking the last one from the table, and when I asked where mine was he said he didn't know, and I went to the dining room and they all had some.'
'Who was taking the last one from the table?'
She pointed to Lucy Morgan. 'Her.'
'Whom did you ask where yours was?'
She pointed to Zoltan. 'Him.'
Wolfe turned. 'Zoltan?'
'Yes, sir. I mean, yes, sir, she asked where hers was. I had turned away when the last one was taken. I don't mean I know where she had been, just that she asked me that. I asked Fritz if I should go in and see if they were one short and he said no, Felix was there and would see to it.'
Wolfe went back to Fern Faber. 'Where is that room where you were fixing your hair?'
She pointed toward the pantry. 'In there.'
'The door's around the corner,' Felix said.
'How long were you in there?'
'My God, I don't know, do you think I timed it? When Archie Goodwin was talking to us, and Mr. Schriver came and said they were going to start, I went pretty soon after that.'
Wolfe's head jerked to me. 'So that's where you were. I might have known there were young women around. Supposing that Miss Faber went to fix her hair shortly after you left--say three minutes--how long was she at it, if the last plate had been taken from the table when she returned to the kitchen?'
I gave it a thought. 'Fifteen to twenty minutes.'
He growled at her, 'What was wrong with your hair?'
'I didn't say anything was wrong with it.' She was getting riled. 'Look, Mister, do you want all the details?'
'No.' Wolfe surveyed them for a moment, not amiably, took in enough air to fill all his middle--say two bushels--let it out again, turned his back on them, saw the glass of wine Fritz had left on a table, went and picked it up, smelled it, and stood gazing at it. The girls started to make noises, and, hearing them, he put the glass down and came back.
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'You're in a pickle,' he said. 'So am I. You heard me apologize to Mr. Brenner and avow my responsibility for his undertaking to cook that meal. When, upstairs, I saw that Mr. Pyle would die, and reached the conclusions I told you of, I felt myself under compulsion to expose the culprit. I am committed. When I came down here I thought it would be a simple matter to learn who had served poisoned food to Mr. Pyle, but I was wrong. It's obvious now that I have to deal with one who is not only resourceful and ingenious, but also quick-witted and audacious. While I was closing in on her just now, as I thought, inexorably approaching the point where she would either have to contradict one of you or deny that she had served the first course to anyone, she was fleering at me inwardly, and with reason, for her coup had worked. She had slipped through my fingers, and--'
'But she didn't!' It came from one of them whose name I didn't have. 'She said she didn't serve anybody!'
Wolfe shook his head. 'No. Not Miss Faber. She is the only one who is eliminated. She says she was absent from this room during the entire period when the plates were being taken from the table, and she wouldn't dare to say that if she had in fact been here and taken a plate and carried it in to Mr. Pyle. She would certainly have been seen by some of you.'
He shook his head again. 'Not her. But it could have been any other one of you. You--I speak now to that one, still to be identified --you must have extraordinary faith in your attendant godling, even allowing for your craft. For you took great risks. You took a plate from the table--not the first probably, but one of the first-- and on your way to the dining room you put arsenic in the cream. That wasn't difficult; you might even have done it without stopping if you had the arsenic in a paper spill. You could get rid of the spill later, perhaps in the room which Miss Faber calls a John. You took the plate to Mr. Pyle, came back here immediately, got another plate, took it to the dining room, and gave it to one who had not been served. I am not guessing; it had to be like that. It was a remarkably adroit stratagem, but you can't possibly be impregnable.'
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