"What do you think I found in the wash-stand drawer?"
"What?"
"A hypodermic syringe!"
"Really?"
"Oh, yes and an innocent little box of ampullae with a doctor's prescription headed, 'The injection, Mrs. Forrest. One to be injected when the pain is very severe.' What do you think of that?"
"Tell you when we've got the results of that post-mortem," said Parker, really impressed. "You didn't bring the prescription, I suppose?"
"No, and I didn't inform the lady who we were or what we were after or ask her permission to carry away the family crystal. But I made a note of the chemist's address."
"Did you?" ejaculated Parker. "Occasionally, my lad, you have some glimmerings of sound detective sense."
(from Unnatural Death, by Dorothy L. Sayers)
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