Armstrong said: "It's perfectly possible.
I've nothing to say against it.
But of course we've no proof."
Vera said: "She was very odd in the kitchen when we were getting breakfast.
Her eyes -" She shivered.
Lombard said: "You can't judge her by that. We're all a bit off our heads by now!"
Blore said: "There's another thing. She's the only one who wouldn't give an explanation after that gramophone record.
Why?
Because she hadn't any to give."
Vera stirred in her chair. She said: "That's not quite true.
She told me - afterwards."
Wargrave said: "What did she tell you, Miss Claythorne?"
Vera repeated the story of Beatrice Taylor.
Mr. Justice Wargrave observed: "A perfectly straightforward story.
I personally should have no difficulty in accepting it.
Tell me, Miss Claythorne, did she appear to be troubled by a sense of guilt or a feeling of remorse for her attitude in the matter?"
"None whatever," said Vera.
"She was completely unmoved."
Blore said: "Hearts as hard as flints, these righteous spinsters! Envy, mostly!"
Mr. Justice Wargrave said:
"It is now five minutes to eleven.
I think we should summon Miss Brent to join our conclave."
Blore said: "Aren't you going to take any action?"
The judge said:
"I fail to see what action we can take.
Our suspicions are, at the moment, only suspicions.
I will, however, ask Dr. Armstrong to observe Miss Brent's demeanour very carefully.
Let us now go into the dining-room."
They found Emily Brent sitting in the chair in which they had left her.
From behind they saw nothing amiss, except that she did not seem to hear their entrance into the room.
And then they saw her face - suffused with blood, with blue lips and staring eyes.
Blore said: "My God, she's dead!"
III The small quiet voice of Mr. Justice Wargrave said: "One more of us acquitted - too late!"
Armstrong was bent over the dead woman.
He sniffed the lips, shook his head, peered into the eyelids.
Lombard said impatiently: "How did she die, doctor?
She was all right when we left her here!"
Armstrong's attention was riveted on a mark on the right side of the neck.
He said: "That's the mark of a hypodermic syringe."
There was a buzzing sound from the window.
Vera cried: "Look - a bee - a bumblebee.
Remember what I said this morning!"
Armstrong said grimly: "It wasn't that bee that stung her!
A human hand held the syringe."
The judge asked: "What poison was injected?"
Armstrong answered: "At a guess, one of the cyanides.
Probably Potassium Cyanide, same as Anthony Marston.
She must have died almost immediately by asphyxiation."
Vera cried: "But that bee?
It can't be coincidence?"