[MaC] An Almighty Row (correction)

[Ree Moorhead Pruehs]

Esme started - and looked at her, alarmed.

"I ... I did.  I worked in Boots, before I was married.  But ... how do you 
know that?"

"Because I was one of your customers. One of your...special customers of 
the time."

"Special customers?" James perked up at the phrase used, and turned toward 
Esme inquisitively.

Esme was sitting quite still, her hands pressed to her mouth, her eyes 
round with horror.

"Perhaps," said Oswald grimly, "you should explain, Mrs Evans."

Vangie shrugged. "It was known," she said quietly, "that women in need of 
help....certain kinds of..." She took a deep breath. "That women who were 
expecting who didn't wish to be expecting, could go to a certain chemist, 
and...not expect a great deal of trouble about the poisons register."

"It was you," breathed Esme.  "You wanted to buy arsenic ... I told you it 
wouldn't work ... not for that ... "

Vangie shrugged. "It worked...well enough." She turned to Pamela. "To 
answer your question, Lady Pamela, I haven't killed anyone tonight. I will 
admit to temptation. More than once. But not to acting on it." She looked 
at Oswald. "And to answer yours, Mr. Skeffington-Nottle, there was a 
chemist's bag in my medicine cabinet containing a bottle with a poison 
label on it -- but no other markings. I think you'll find it isn't there 
now. But there was someone in my bathroom dressing the wound on his 
hand...and taking a very long time about it. And he had the bottle in his 
jacket pocket, only a little while ago." She smiled tightly. "He showed it 
to me, pretending to be 'worried' I had such a thin. And as I said, Philip, 
I do hope you wore gloves when you handled it...I always do...but I don't 
think you had time."