CHAPTER ELEVENWhen Miss Silver had elicited that Mrs. Latter was the only one of the household who took Turkish coffee, and that in fact only one other person had taken coffee at all—that the Turkish coffee was prepared by the cook in the kitchen, a drop of vanilla added, and the cup placed together with a sugar-basin and a miniature decanter of cognac upon a salver in the pantry where every member of the household could have had access to it, she shook her head slowly and said,
‘A very confusing incident. When was the next attack?’
‘On the following day, after lunch.’
‘Was it more severe, or less?’
‘About the same.’
‘Did you witness the attack?’
‘Yes, I did. She was very sick, poor girl.’
Miss Silver was knitting rapidly.
‘But she was all right a little while afterwards? There wer
