CHAPTER 6All five persons were sitting around the living-room table.
“Now who will tell me the truth about what happened?” said Brinklow, as one reasonable person to another.
There was no answer.
“Come on,” he said. “It’s got to come out in the end.”
“Why ask us since you know so much already,” said Dufranne bitterly.
“I know that Tasker was poisoned, but I don’t know who poisoned him,” said Brinklow mildly. “You tell me, Michel.”
“I don’t know.”
“You, Chambers.”
“I don’t know.”
“You, Mrs. Tasker.”
“I don’t know,” she whispered.
Brinklow shrugged. “I’ve had several cases of arsenic poisoning,” he said, “and I can see by the state of the man’s body that he had been fed arsenic for some little time, probably in small doses. But the murderer became impatient and gave him a thumping
