'Only two- or three-tenths of a gram of arsenic trioxide can kill an adult within forty-eight hours, so you can see how a tiny amount could cause illness.' She obviously
intended to finish her lecture despite the distractions.
'Arsenic affects the red blood cells and kidneys, if I read these medical papers correctly. The symptoms vary greatly, but a victim of fatal arsenic poisoning might have headaches, vertigo, muscle spasm, delirium, and stupor.
Death comes from circulatory collapse. In smaller doses, over a period of time, there would probably be a low-grade fever, loss of appetite, pallor, weakness, inflammation of the nose and throat. You notice that those symptoms are quite similar to the flu or a virus, and that's why arsenic poisoning is sometimes misdiagnosed. In tiny doses over a long period of time, there is usually no delirium or stupor.'
'Stupor,' I said, touching the tip of my tongue to the palm of her hand. Her entire arm quivered, but her voice was steady as she continued.
'After repeated poisonings, loss of hair and nails may result, accompanied by hoarseness and a hacking cough.
Arsenic collects in the hair, nails, and skin. There is some evidence that Napoleon may have been poisoned with arsenic on St Helena. It was found in a lock of his hair years later.'
'Poor Napoleon,' I whispered. I craned upwards to sniff the perfume of her hair, to bury my face in the sweet juncture where neck met shoulder, to breathe her in. She, who would not brook diversion.
'An alert physician may sometimes spot a garlicky odour of breath and faeces.' She showed no evidence of slowing down. 'Also, urine analysis and gastric washings usually reveal the presence of arsenic. But the symptoms are sometimes so similar to stomach flu that a lot of doctors don't suspect arsenic poisoning until it's too late.'
'Too late,' I groaned, pushing her hair aside gently to kiss her divine ear tenderly. She trembled, a bit, but continued to read from her notes.
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been replaced by more efficient compounds. It was formerly used in the treatment of infections, joint disease, skin lesions, including syphilis, chronic bronchitis, anaemia, psoriasis, and so forth. It's still used by veterinarians, but much less frequently than it once was.
Most uses of arsenic today are in manufacturing. It is used for hardening copper, lead, and alloys, to make paint and glass, in tanning hides, in printing and dyeing fabrics. It's also used as a pigment in painting, in weed control, for killing rodents and insects, and in fireworks.'
'Fireworks,' I breathed, touching the fine silkiness of her hair. It was as soft and evanescent as cobwebs.
'Now, as to the availability. . It's prohibited in food and drugs, and is being phased out as a weed killer. You might find it in rat poison and wood preservatives, but they'd be poisonous for their ingredients, too. Arsenic is available commercially in large wholesale quantities. It is used in manufacturing parts of car batteries, for instance.
But for uses like that, it's bought by the ton, and the government requires disclosure of the end-use. So what is a poor poisoner to do? It would be difficult to purchase an arsenic-containing product in a garden nursery or hardware store or pharmacy. It would probably be impossible.'
'Impossible,' I moaned. I was kneeling, an arm about her shoulders. The fingers of that hand touched her neck, ear, the loose strands of hair cascading down her back. My other hand stroked the arm closest to me, touched her timorously. I felt her shiver, but too soon she recovered her self-control.
'Still, arsenic trioxide is frequently used in medical and chemical laboratories for research. It is obtained from chemical supply houses by written order, and they must know with whom they are dealing. I mean, a stranger can't just write in and order a pound of arsenic. The usual order from a lab will be for 100 to 500 grammes at a time. In its crudest form, it costs about ten dollars for 250 grammes.
High-purity arsenic trioxide costs about a dollar a gramme. It seems to me that the easiest thing for a poisoner to do would be to steal a small amount of arsenic trioxide from the stock room of a research laboratory or a chemical lab at a university. Such a tiny bit is needed to kill someone that the amount stolen would probably never be noticed and — Oh, Josh!' she cried.
She dropped her research papers to the floor, slipped from the chair, fell on to her knees, twisted and flung herself into my arms. In that position, both of us kneeling, we were nearly of a height, and embraced eagerly. We kissed. Our teeth clinked. We kissed. We murmured such things as 'I never — ' and 'I didn't — ' and 'I can't — ' and 'I wouldn't — ' All of which soon became 'I wanted — ' and 'I hoped — ' and 'I wished — ' and, finally, 'I love — '
Not a sentence was finished, nor was there need for it.
After a while, weak with our osculatory explorations, we simply toppled over, fell to the floor with a thump, and lay close together, nose to nose in fact, staring into each other's eyes and smiling, smiling, smiling.
'I don't care,' Cleo Hufnagel said in her low, hesitant voice. 'I just don't care.'
'I don't either,' I said. 'About anything but us.'
'Us,' she said, wonder in her voice.
'Us,' I repeated. I smoothed the hair away from her temples, touched the smooth skin of her brow. When I pressed her yielding back, she moved closer to me, and we clove. I began to scratch her spine gently through the flannel of her jumper. She closed her eyes and purred with contentment.
'Don't stop,' she said. 'Please.'
'I do not intend to,' I said, and scratched away assiduously, widening the base of my operations to include shoulder blades and ribs.
'Oh,' she sighed. 'Oh, oh, oh. Are you a virgin, Josh?'
'No.'
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'I am.'
'Ah?'
'But I don't want to be,' she said. Then her eyes flicked open and she looked at me with alarm. 'But not tonight,'
she added hastily.
'I understand,' I assured her gravely. 'This is grand. Just being with you.'
'And having you scratch my back is grand,' she sighed.
'That's beautiful. Thank you.'
'Thank you,' I said. 'Another brandy?'
'I don't think so,' she said thoughtfully. 'I feel just right. How old are you, Josh?'
'Thirty-two.'
'I'm thirty-four,' she said sadly.
'So?'
'I'm older than you are.'
'But I'm shorter than you are.'
She wriggled around so she could hold my face between her palms. She stared intently into my eyes.
'But that doesn't make any difference,' she said. 'Does it? My being older or your being shorter? That's not important, is it?'
'No,' I said, astonished, 'it's not.'
'I've got to tell you something awful,' she said.
'What?'
'I must get up and use your bathroom.'
When we kissed goodnight I had to lift on to my toes as she bent down. But I didn't mind that, and neither of us laughed.
'Thank you for a lovely evening,' I said.
She didn't answer, but drew her fingertips gently down my cheek. Then she was gone.
