with it—to get to the poisonings.” This woman knew me like the inside of her eyelids. I shrugged. “If you wish,” I said, the best I could do on the spur of the moment. She laughed: not a laugh as of silvery bells, as you might expect, but a wholehearted guffaw that grew from the gut and exploded into the room. Dogger smiled. Life had never been sweeter.
