floor. I saw a piece of the bottle; it had a skull and cross-bones on it!"
"Oh, Gobby! Oh, my poor, poor Elliott! Thank God you got there in time!"
"Of course I pretended it was an accident. I think I said I was trying to catch a moth or something, and that my foot slipped. And he was wonderful, Christabel, the way he pulled himself together. You'd have been proud of him. He got off some story about developing some photographs and having to have acids and things."
"Oh, what courage! What a gallant lie!"
"Of course he did have a lot of other bottles and powders and things there. He might have been telling the truth."
"Oh no, Gobby, you don't know Elliott if you think that. Don't you see, it was to make it seem natural? He knew I would blame myself, and he didn't want to hurt me. Oh, my poor, poor boy, what he must have suffered! I don't know whether this makes me feel most sad or most proud!"
