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Tommy picked up a book that was lying open, face downwards on the table. He glanced at the title and slipped it into his pocket.

Suddenly the old woman rose and turned towards them menacingly.

‘Go out from here. The time is at hand! I am the flail of the Lord. The wind bloweth where it listeth–so do I destroy. The ungodly shall perish. This is a house of evil–of evil, I tell you! Beware of the wrath of the Lord whose handmaiden I am.’

She advanced upon them fiercely. Tommy thought it best to humour her and withdrew. As he closed the door, he saw her pick up the Bible again.

‘I wonder if she’s always been like that,’ he muttered.

He drew from his pocket the book he had picked up off the table.

‘Look at that. Funny reading for an ignorant maid.’

Tuppence took the book.

‘Materia Medica,’ she murmured. She looked at the flyleaf, ‘Edward Logan. It’s an old book. Tommy, I wonder if we could see Miss Logan? Dr Burton said she was better.’

‘Shall we ask Miss Chilcott?’

‘No. Let’s get hold of a housemaid, and send her in to ask.’

After a brief delay, they were informed that Miss Logan would see them. They were taken into a big bedroom facing over the lawn. In the bed was an old lady with white hair, her delicate face drawn by suffering.

‘I have been very ill,’ she said faintly. ‘And I can’t talk much, but Ellen tells me you are detectives. Lois went to consult you then? She spoke of doing so.’

‘Yes, Miss Logan,’ said Tommy. ‘We don’t want to tire you, but perhaps you can answer a few questions. The maid, Hannah, is she quite right in her head?’

Miss Logan looked at them with obvious surprise.

‘Oh, yes. She is very religious–but there is nothing wrong with her.’

Tommy held out the book he had taken from the table.

‘Is this yours, Miss Logan?’

‘Yes. It was one of my father’s books. He was a great doctor, one of the pioneers of serum therapeutics.’

The old lady’s voice rang with pride.

‘Quite so,’ said Tommy. ‘I thought I knew his name.’ he added mendaciously. ‘This book now, did you lend it to Hannah?’

‘To Hannah?’ Miss Logan raised herself in bed with indignation. ‘No, indeed. She wouldn’t understand the first word of it. It is a highly technical book.’

‘Yes. I see that. Yet I found it in Hannah’s room.’

‘Disgraceful,’ said Miss Logan. ‘I will not have the servants touching my things.’

‘Where ought it to be?’

‘In the bookshelf in my sitting-room–or–stay, I lent it to Mary. The dear girl is very interested in herbs. She has made one or two experiments in my little kitchen. I have a little place of my own, you know, where I brew liqueurs and make preserves in the old-fashioned way. Dear Lucy, Lady Radclyffe, you know, used to swear by my tansy tea–a wonderful thing for a cold in the head. Poor Lucy, she was subject to colds. So is Dennis. Dear boy, his father was my first cousin.’

Tommy interrupted these reminiscences.

‘This kitchen of yours? Does anyone else use it except you and Miss Chilcott?’

‘Hannah clears up there. And she boils the kettle there for our early morning tea.’

‘Thank you, Miss Logan,’ said Tommy. ‘There is nothing more I want to ask you at present. I hope we haven’t tired you too much.’

He left the room and went down the stairs, frowning to himself.

‘There is something here, my dear Mr Ricardo, that I do not understand.’

‘I hate this house,’ saidTuppence with a shiver. ‘Let’s go for a good long walk and try to think things out.’

Tommy complied and they set out. First they left the cocktail glass at the doctor’s house, and then set off for a good tramp across the country, discussing the case as they did so.

‘It makes it easier somehow if one plays the fool,’ said Tommy. ‘All this Hanaud business. I suppose some people would think I didn’t care. But I do, most awfully. I feel that somehow or other we ought to have prevented this.’

‘I think that’s foolish of you,’ said Tuppence. ‘It is not as though we advised Lois Hargreaves not to go to Scotland Yard or anything like that. Nothing would have induced her to bring the police