Nude on the Beach
One Moment in Time
"I got a flea in the ear. I was more or less told not to be a damned fool. Well - he shrugged his shoulders – presumably I was a damned fool."
"I wonder." Craddock was thoughtfully.
Then he decided to speak frankly.
"Throwing discretion aside, Doctor, there are people who stand to benefit pretty considerably from Luther Crackenthorpe's death." The doctor nodded. "He's an old man - and a hale and hearty one. He may live to be ninety odd?"
"Easily. He spends his life taking care of himself, and his constitution is sound."
"And his sons - and daughter - are all getting on, and they are all feeling the pinch?"
"You leave Emma out of it. She's no poisoner. These attacks only happen when the others are there – not when she and he are alone."
"An elementary precaution – if she's the one," the inspector thought, but was careful not to say aloud.
He paused, choosing his words carefully.
"Surely - I'm ignorant in these matters - but supposing just as a hypothesis that arsenic was administered - hasn't Crackenthorpe been very lucky not to succumb?"