It couldn't have been--er----" "My husband, sir ?" "No; my wife.

You know, Drusilla, she's not that sort.

She has a horror of death and--" he stopped and wiped his brow pathetically.
"If the servants are trying to poison any of us, Lord Deppingham, it is reasonable to suspect that your wife and my husband are the ones they want to dispose of, not you and me.

I don't believe it was poison you found in your tea.

But if it was, it was intended for one of the heirs." "Well, there's some consolation in that," said Deppy, smiling for the first time.