Champagne for One

"If you’re after Mr Goodwin I don’t blame you. He’s the only one here that can dance."

"I’m not after him to dance," Rose said. "Anyway I wouldn’t have the nerve because I’m no good at it. I just want to tell him something."

"Go ahead," I told her.

"It’s private."

Celia laughed. "That’s the way to do it." She stood up. "That would have taken me at least a hundred words, and you do it in two." She moved off towards the bar, where Hackett had appeared and was opening champagne.

"Sit down," I told Rose.

"Oh, it won’t take long." She stood. "It’s just something I thought you ought to know because you’re a detective. I know Mrs Robilotti wouldn’t want any trouble, and I was going to tell her, but I thought it might be better to tell you."

"I’m not here as a detective, Miss Tuttle. As I told you. I’m just here to enjoy myself."

"I know that; but you are a detective, and you can tell Mrs Robilotti if you think you ought to. I don’t want to tell her because I know how she is, but if something awful happened and I hadn’t told anybody I would think maybe I was to blame."

"Why should something awful happen?"

She had a hand on my arm. "I don’t say it should, but it might. Faith Usher still carries that poison around, and she has it with her. It’s in her bag. But of course you don’t know about it."

"No, I don’t. What poison?"

"Her private poison. She told us girls at Grantham House it was cyanide, and she showed it to some of us, in a little bottle. She always had it, in a little pocket she made in her skirt, and she made pockets in her dresses. She said she hadn’t made up her mind to kill herself, but she might, and if she did she wanted to have that poison. Some of the girls thought she was just putting on, and one or two of them used to kid her, but I never did. I thought she might really do it, and if she did and I had kidded her I would be to blame. Now she’s away from there and she’s got a job, and I thought maybe she had got over it, but upstairs a while ago Helen Yarmis was with her in the powder room, and Helen saw the bottle in her bag and asked her if the poison was still in it, and she said yes."

She stopped. "And?" I asked.

"And what?" she asked.

"Is that all?"