“I have regarded Antoinette Wyndham’s death as a necessary thing for many years. I have thought often of the good that her death, and the destruction of her unjust will would do. I have attached no more personal moral responsibility to my act in causing her death than I attach to passing a death sentence on a murderer, or to the hangman’s act in executing that sentence.
“I had never thought exactly how I should do away with her until that day at the Pennimans’ luncheon. When the tablets of digitalin fell to the floor, Antoinette Wyndham leaned over to me and whispered, ‘That’s foxglove—that’s what old John killed his wife with.’ At that time I did not know that any of the pills had disappeared.
“That afternoon I was preparing to go to Wyndham House when Richard telephoned saying his aunt
