THE SALAD OF COLONEL CRAY
"I suppose the Major was in love with her too," he said with a sigh; and when the other nodded observed: "You were very generous, doctor. You did a fine thing. But what made you suspect?"
"A very small thing," said Oman; "but it kept me restless in church till I came back to see that all was well. That book on his table was a work on poisons; and was put down open at the place where it stated that a certain Indian poison, though deadly and difficult to trace, was particularly easily reversible by the use of the commonest emetics. I suppose he read that at the last moment——"
"And remembered that there were emetics in the cruet-stand," said Father Brown. "Exactly. He threw the cruet in the dust-bin, where I found it, along with other silver, for the sake of a burglary blind. But if you look at that pepper-pot I put on the table, you'll see a small hole. That's where Cray's bullet struck, shaking up the pepper and making the criminal sneeze."
There was a silence. Then Dr. Oman said grimly, "The Major is a long time looking for the police."
"Or the police in looking for the Major?" said the priest. "Well, good-bye."
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