He stared at the plate, transfixed and unable to move, wondering what was going on and why he couldn't find anything on the plate.
“I don't understand,” he muttered under his breath, finally turning his gaze back to Fred, then me.
“How did you know the soup was poisoned?” Fred asked with a deep voice, his eyes glaring at him.
“And how could you accuse me of poisoning him when you know fully well who did it!” I added, and Fred narrowed his eyes at him.
“I hope it is not what I am thinking!”
“Sir, I will tell you the whole truth. She and her father paid me to poison you. They had been pestering me for many months to end your life because they knew how much you trusted me.” He paused, inhaling sharply as he saw Fred drawing closer to him.
He trembled, sweat on his face and lips shaking
