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Yes, sir."
When was this?"
Last Monday night."
Monday? Not Tuesday?"
No, sir, Monday, the 16th."
Will you tell us to whom you sold it?"
You could have heard a pin drop.
"Yes, sir. It was to Mr. Inglethorp."
Every eye turned simultaneously to where Alfred Inglethorp was sitting,
impassive and wooden. He started slightly, as the damning words fell from
the young man's lips. I half thought he was going to rise from his chair, but
he remained seated, although a remarkably well acted expression of
astonishment rose on his face.
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You are sure of what you say?" asked the Coroner sternly.
Quite sure, sir."
Are you in the habit of selling strychnine indiscriminately over the
counter?"
The wretched young man wilted visibly under the Coroner's frown.
"Oh, no, sir--of course not. But, seeing it was Mr. Inglethorp of the Hall, I
thought there was no harm in it. He said it was to poison a dog."
Inwardly I sympathized. It was only human nature to endeavour to please
"The Hall"--especially when it might result in custom being transferred from
Coot's to the local establishment.
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Is it not customary for anyone purchasing poison to sign a book?"
Yes, sir, Mr. Inglethorp did so."
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