them, feeling included among them. Then Brianâs hand was on her arm, he was guiding her to a chair, he was sitting beside her on the arm of the chair. Weigand looked from one to another of the group.
âI think I have you straight,â he said. âLet me see. Mr. HalderâJ. K. Halder, Junior?â He nodded to Halder, who mirrored Weigandâs nod. âAnd Mrs. Halder, Junior? Mrs. Whitesideâyouâre Mr. Halderâs daughter, this Mr. Halder is your brother?â
âCertainly,â Mrs. Whiteside said.
âRight,â Weigand said, and he was unperturbed although, Liza thought, he was supposed to have been perturbed, put somehow in his place.
âColonel Whiteside? Thatâs right?â
âWell,â Whiteside said, âlieutenant colonel, actually.â
Weigand nodded. He went on. But he did not speak Mary Halderâs name, or Brianâs or, finally, Lizaâs own. He merely nodded at them. But his eyes stopped on Sherman Pine.
âMr. Pineâs a friend of mine,â Mary Halder said. âWeâve beenâwe were going on to dinner. But we heard the news.â She paused momentarily. âOn the radio,â she said.
Bill Weigand nodded.
âSome time last night,â Weigand said, then, âMr. Halder died in his shop, of strychnine poisoning. The poison had been administered hypodermically. Although it means a very painful death, and not as quick as is generally supposed, strychnine is often used by suicides. We may have been supposed to think that Mr. Halder was a suicideâthat he had decided to end his life in a bizarre fashion. His reputation for eccentricityâthe very fact that, as a rich man, he chose to live in this out-of-the-way shop, change all his normal habitsâthat reputation was supposed to make the suicide theory attractive to the police. Andâthe theory cannot be dismissed. The hypodermic used may have been his; so may the poison. He could have injected the poison, put the hypodermic back in the cupboard where we found it, in a box with the poison, walked to the pen in which he died andâwell, merely waited to die. It would have been fifteen minutes to half an hour before the symptoms began. It could have been that way.â
He looked around at them, slowly.
âBut,â he said, âI may as well tell you I donât think it was that way. I think someone stronger than he held him, just long enough to inject the poison, kept himâagain by superior strengthâfrom summoning help, watched him die, put him in the pen before the body began to stiffen. I think somebody did this last nightâsay between eleven and two oâclock. AndâI donât think that person needed to be very strong, because Mr. Halder was a fairly old man, and not a particularly strong man.â He looked around at them, giving them a chance to comment.
âDreadful,â Jennifer Halder said, and the others slowly, speculatively, looked at her, then looked back at Weigand.
âNowââ Weigand began, and then stopped and looked at the spiral staircase. Everybody looked at the staircase, down which a black Scottie was scrambling, scratching, making noise enough for a great Dane. The Scottie reached the bottom of the stairs and stopped abruptly, looked around in surprise. The number of people in the room seemed momentarily to baffle the Scottie, and he considered sitting down. But he abandoned this intention even before he started to put it into effect. He walked to Jennifer Halder, who was nearest, and smelled her briefly; he ignored Jasper Halder, greeted Colonel Whiteside, but only in passing and made a slight detour around Mrs. Whiteside.
âAegisthus!â Mary Halder said. âHere I am, Aegisthus.â
The little black Scottie, who had hesitated to sniff Brianâs shoes, to look up with interestâand with apparent surpriseâinto Brianâs face, turned toward the
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