“A garage has been put up in the place where he used to make up the medicines.”
“Is there a chemist’s shop near by?”
“No,” said Jean quickly. “But the daughter of my uncle’s predecessor, a lady called Miss Prince, keeps certain simple medicines in her house, which she gives to the village people.”
Sir Harold made a note of the name on his blotting paper. “I suppose we may take it,” he observed, “that that lady had no arsenic in her possession?”
“If she had, I feel sure she would have said so,” said Jean. “As a matter of fact, she is Mr. Garlett’s tenant.”
“How old is Miss Prince?” he asked abruptly.
“I should think she must be about sixty—”
“I see. Now, Miss Bower, I must ask you a delicate question. Can you think of any young woman, apart from yourself, who was on friendly terms wi
