Chapter Thirty-sevenAbigail got slowly to her feet. She had knelt beside the body, turned the glove back from the wrist and felt for a pulse that was not there. Now she stood up and put a hand on the newel-post to steady herself.
‘She’s dead——’
Miss Silver had been kneeling too. She also rose. Her face was very grave.
Abigail said in an expressionless voice, ‘Her heart was all right—the doctor said so——’
Miss Silver came to her.
‘You will want all your courage, Mrs. Salt. I fear that it was poison.’
‘Oh, no!’
‘I think cyanide. There is the suddenness, the appearance, and the distinctive odour. We must not touch her or disturb anything. Scotland Yard must be informed at once.’
Abigail Salt’s eyes had filled with tears. They had a bewildered look. The tears began to run slowly down o
