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the master had got wise to it. Put someone on to watch them, he had. Divorce, that's what it would<br />
have come to. Instead, it's come to this."<br />
"When you say this, you mean -"<br />
"You've been asking questions, sir, about what the master ate and drank and who gave it to him.<br />
They're in it together, sir, that's what I'd say. He got the stuff from somewhere and she gave it to the<br />
master, that was the way <strong>of</strong> it, I've no doubt."<br />
"Have you ever seen any yew berries in the house - or thrown away anywhere."<br />
The small eyes glinted curiously.<br />
"Yew? Nasty poisonous stuff. Never you touch those berries, my mother said to me when I was a<br />
child. Was that what was used, sir?"<br />
"We don't know yet what was used."<br />
"I've never seen her fiddling about with yew." Ellen sounded disappointed. "No, I can't say I've seen<br />
anything <strong>of</strong> that kind."<br />
Neele questioned her about the grain found in Fortescue's pocket but here again he drew a blank.<br />
"No, sir. I know nothing about that."<br />
He went on to further questions, but with no gainful result. Finally he asked if he could see Miss<br />
Ramsbottom.<br />
Ellen looked doubtful.<br />
"I could ask her, but it's not everyone she'll see. She's a very old lady, you know, and she's a bit odd."<br />
The Inspector pressed his demand, and rather unwillingly Ellen led him along a passage and up a<br />
short flight <strong>of</strong> stairs to what he thought had probably been designed as a nursery suite.<br />
He glanced out <strong>of</strong> a passage window as he followed her and saw Sergeant Hay standing by the yew<br />
tree talking to a man who was evidently a gardener.<br />
Ellen tapped on a door, and when she received an answer, opened it and said:<br />
"There's a police gentleman here who would like to speak to you, miss."<br />
The answer was apparently in the affirmative for she drew back and motioned Neele to go in.<br />
The room he entered was almost fantastically over-furnished. The Inspector felt rather as though he<br />
had taken a step backward into not merely Edwardian but Victorian times. At a table drawn up to a<br />
gas fire an old lady was sitting laying out a patience. She wore a maroon-coloured dress and her<br />
sparse grey hair was slicked down each side other face.<br />
Without looking up or discontinuing her game she said impatiently:<br />
"Well, come in, come in. Sit down if you like."