Why should something awful happen?
She had a hand on my arm. I dont say it should, but it might. Faith Usher still carries that poison around, and she has it with her. Its in her bag. But of course you dont know about it.
No, I dont. 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 hadnt 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 shes away from there and shes 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?
I think its enough. If you knew Faith like I do. Here in this grand house, and the butler, and the men dressed up, and that powder room, and the champagnethis is where she might do it if she ever does. All of a sudden she was cheerful again. So would I, she declared. I would drop the poison in my champagne and get up on a chair with it and hold it high, and call out Here goes to all our woesthats what one of the girls used to say when she drank a Cokeand drink it down, and throw the glass away and get off the chair, and start to sink down to the floor, and the men would rush to catch mehow long would it take me to die?
A couple of minutes, or even less if you put enough in. Her hand was still on my arm and I patted it. Okay, youve told me. Id forget it if I were you. Did you ever see the bottle?
Yes, she showed it to me.
Did you smell the stuff in it?
No, she didnt open it. It had a screw top.
Was it glass? Could you see the stuff?
No, I think it was some kind of plastic.
You say Helen Yarmis saw it in her bag. What kind of a bag?
Black leather. She turned for a look around. Its there on a chair. I dont want to point
Youve already pointed with your eyes. I see it. Just forget it. Ill see that nothing awful happens. Will you dance?
She would, and we joined the merry whirl, and when the band paused we went to
the bar for champagne. Next I took Faith Usher.
Since Faith Usher had been making her play for a year or more, and the stuff in the plastic bottle might be aspirin or salted peanuts, and even if it were cyanide I didnt agree with Rose Tuttles notion of the ideal spot for suicide, the chance of anything happening was about one in ten million, but even so, I had had a responsibility wished on me, and I kept an eye both on the bag and on Faith Usher. That was simple when I was dancing with her, since I could forget the bag.
As I said, I would have picked her for my sister because she looked as if she needed a brother, but her being the prettiest one of the bunch may have been a factor. She had perked up some too, with her face muscles relaxed, and, in spite of the fact that she got off the beat now and then, it was a pleasure to dance with her. Also now and then, when she liked something I did, there would be a flash in her eyes with the greenish flecks, and when we finished I wasnt so sure that it was a brother she needed. Maybe cousin would be better.
However, it appeared that she had ideas of her own, if not about brothers and cousins, at least about dancing partners. We were standing at a window when Edwin Laidlaw, the publisher, came up and bowed to her and spoke.
Will you dance with me, Miss Usher?
No, she said.
I would be honoured.
No.
Naturally I wondered why. He had only a couple of inches on her in height, and perhaps she liked them tallerme, for instance. Or perhaps it was because he hadnt combed his hair, or if he had it didnt look it. If it was more personal, if he had said something that offended her, it hadnt been at the table, since they hadnt been close enough, but of course it could have been before or after. Laidlaw turned and went, and as the band opened up I was opening my mouth to suggest that we try an encore, when Cecil Grantham came and got her. He was about my height and every hair on his head was in place, so that could have been it. I went and got Ethel Varr and said nothing whatever about her face changing. As we danced I tried not to keep twisting my head around, but I had to maintain surveillance on Faith Usher and her bag, which was still on the chair.
When something awful did happen I hadnt the slightest idea that it was coming. I like to think that I can count on myself for hunches, and often I can, but not that time, and what makes it worse is that I was keeping an eye on Faith Usher as I stood talking with Ethel Varr. If she was about to die, and if I am any damn good at hunches, I might at least have felt myself breathing a little faster, but not even that. I saw her escorted to a chair by Cecil Grantham, fifteen feet away from the chair the bag was on, and saw her sit, and saw him go and return in a couple of minutes with champagne and hand her hers, and saw him raise his glass and say something. I had been keeping her in the corner of my eye, not to be rude to Ethel Varr, but at that point I had both eyes straight at Faith Usher. Not that I am claiming a hunch; it was simply that Rose Tuttles idea of poison in champagne was fresh in my mind and I was reacting to it. So I had both eyes on Faith Usher when she took a gulp and went stiff, and shook all over, and jerked halfway to her feet, and made a noise that was part scream and part moan, and went down. Going down, she teetered on the edge of the chair for a second and then would have been on the floor if Cecil hadnt grabbed her.