The morning brought the inquests, which I have always particularly loathed. In the case of Mimi they brought in a verdict of murder by person or persons unknown. The analysis showed twenty grains of arsenic in her stomach and indicated that death had probably taken place in about ten minutes. That the poison had been introduced by means of the chocolates was established. The matter was left at that in the hands of the police.
Almost no evidence at all was taken in Scoville’s case. Flora, Catherine, and I were called, questioned perfunctorily, and then excused. It was evident that the police were giving out no information. The inquest was adjourned for a week.
The press of course were not so easily satisfied. The young cub who’d followed me about since the day after Scoville’s death pounc
