“Certainly not,” said Eveena, startled. “Can you not find them?”
At this moment Eive entered the room and presented me with the cup for which I had asked. It struck me with surprise, even at that moment, that Eveena took it from my hand and carried it first to her own lips. Eive had turned to leave the room; but before she had reached the threshold Eveena had sprung up, placed her foot upon the spring that closed the door, and snatching the test-stone from my watch chain dipped it into the cup. Her face turned white as death, while she held up to my eyes the discoloured disc which proved the presence of the deadliest Martial poison.
“Be calm,” she said, as a cry of horror burst from my lips. “The keys!”
“You have them,” Eive said with a gasp, her face still averted.
“I took them from Eveena myself,” I answered sternly. “Stand back into that corner, Eive,” as I opened the door and called sharply the other members of the household. When they entered, unable to stand, I had fallen back upon a chair, and called Eive to my side. As I laid my hand on her arm she threw herself on the floor, screaming and writhing like a terrified child rather than a woman detected in a crime, the conception and execution of which must have required an evil courage and determination happily seldom possessed by women.
“Stand up!” I said. “Lift her, then, Enva and Eirale. Unfasten the shoulder-clasps and zone.”
As her outer robe dropped, Eive snatched at an object in its folds, but too late; and the electric keys, which gave access to all my cases, papers, and to the medicine-chest above all, lay glittering on the ground.
“That cup Eive brought to me. Which of you saw her?”