“You said he died of arsenic poisoning? And poor Walter died of arsenic as well?”
“Yes,” I nodded, taking a glass of iced tea from the hand of Mrs. Peltier when she stepped into the garage and offered it to me before retreating back into the house. “We"re still trying to figure out why the killer also used the piano wire and all that blood, but your colleague was definitely killed by a large overdose of arsenic.”
“My God! Uh … I"m afraid I have been terribly blind in this affair, Detective. I"m afraid I have some sort of confession to make of my own.”
I lifted an eyebrow in surprise as I sipped the glass of tea. Peltier was looking at me with a deathly ashen white appearance on his face. He seemed quite shaken as he groped around in his mind for the words he had to say. Lowering the gla
