I Rode up to the Hall of Justice with Duff. MacMan was in the captain of detectives’ office with three or four police sleuths.
“Wales die?” I asked.
“Yep.”
“Say anything before he went?”
“He was gone before you were through the window.”
“You held on to the girl?”
“She’s here.”
“She say anything?”
“We were waiting for you before we tapped her,” detective-sergeant O’Gar said, “not knowing the angle on her.”
“Let’s have her in. I haven’t had any dinner yet. How about the autopsy on Sue Hambleton?”
“Chronic arsenic poisoning.”
“Chronic? That means it was fed to her little by little, and not in a lump?”
“Uh-huh. From what he found in her kidney, intestines, liver, stomach and blood, Jordan figures there was less than a grain of it in her. That wouldn’t be enough to knock her off. But he says he found arsenic in the tips of her hair, and she’d have to be given some at least a month ago for it to have worked out that far.”