"There's another thing," said John suddenly, and the unexpected
sound of his voice made me start guiltily. "Something which
makes me doubt if what you say can be true."
"What's that?" I asked, thankful that he had gone away from the
subject of how the poison could have been introduced into the
coco.
"Why, the fact that Bauerstein demanded a post-mortem. He
needn't have done so. Little Wilkins would have been quite
content to let it go at heart disease."
"Yes," I said doubtfully. "But we don't know. Perhaps he
thought it safer in the long run. Some one might have talked
afterwards. Then the Home Office might have ordered exhumation.
The whole thing would have come out, then, and he would have been
in an awkward position, for no one would have believed that a man
of his reputation could have been deceived into calling it heart
disease."
"Yes, that's possible," admitted John. "Still," he added, "I'm
blest if I can see what his motive could have been."
I trembled.
"Look here," I said, "I may be altogether wrong.
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