“Of course he knows Harry Garlett to be guilty,” exclaimed Miss Prince in a hard voice. “I don’t see how any one can doubt it.”
“How well I remember,” went on the rector, “Dr. Maclean coming up that Sunday morning, just as I was going into church, to tell me of Mrs. Garlett’s death. He looked terribly tired, for he had been up most of the night. But still we had a little talk about it. I was very much shocked, for, if you remember”—he turned to his wife—“I had seen Mrs. Garlett the day before, and she had seemed to me rather brighter than usual.”
He waited a moment, then exclaimed: “By the way, I remember now that Maclean actually mentioned those strawberries as having caused the acute indigestion which resulted in her death!”
His wife looked at him apprehensively. “Be careful what you
