夜雨聆风When he was dead, yes. It’s all quite clear. He didn’t fire that revolver—”
“Then who did?”
“That’s what we’re going to find out. But whoever did it, the same per-son put a couple of poisoned aspirin tablets by Letty Blacklock’s bed—andthereby bumped off poor Dora Bunner. And that couldn’t have been RudiScherz, because he’s as dead as a doornail. It was someone who was in theroom that night of the hold-up and probably someone who was at thebirthday party, too. And the only person that lets out is Mrs. Harmon.”
“You think someone put those aspirins there the day of the birthdayparty?”
“Why not?”
“But how could they?”
“Well, we all went to the loo, didn’t we?” said Miss Hinchcliffe coarsely.
“And I washed my hands in the bathroom because of that sticky cake. Andlittle Sweetie Easterbrook powdered her grubby little face in Blacklock’sbedroom, didn’t she?”
“Hinch! Do you think she—?”
“I don’t know yet. Rather obvious, if she did. I don’t think if you were go-ing to plant some tablets, that you’d want to be seen in the bedroom at all.
Oh, yes, there were plenty of opportunities.”
