16 : That Was on the Sunday“Nicotine,” said the inspector, displaying his copy of the analyst’s report, “one of the most pernickety poisons in the world, specially prepared by Providence, no doubt, to delay police officers in the execution of their duty.”
Campion and the inspector were in the library at Little Venice. It was the morning of the Sunday following the Friday on which they had interviewed Mr. Potter.
In the circumstances it seemed to Mr. Campion that the Home Office chemists had been unusually expeditious, and he said so.
“I thought they were liable to take six weeks on a job like this,” he remarked.
“Not when the whole department is up in the air.” The inspector spoke succinctly. “We all want this thing cleared up before the press decides to scream itself into a fit. Unfor
