“I see—But Peter—”
“We’ll leave him out of this. I don’t know why I’m talking so much as it is.”
Fredericka couldn’t resist asking one more question. “But doesn’t the fact of the box being there at the Farm and—and a sort of flower or herb kind of poisoning—point to someone out there? I mean, can’t you narrow it down?” She stopped abruptly, seeing his frown.
“No. Look at it this way. Suppose the murderer wanted to make it look like someone out there. It would be a beautiful blind, wouldn’t it? All those herbs, poison and plain, are labelled and easily accessible. Nothing whatever is under lock and key and the whole town runs in and out of the place all the time. And now I really have talked too much, and I am unworthy of my—I was going to say stripes—but perhaps badge is the right word.
