Crispin, Edmund books

Swan Song (2009)

Fen settled in an armchair, after casting his hat inaccurately at a hook on the door, and offered them cigarettes. ‘Well?’ he queried. ‘Aconitine,’ said Elizabeth briefly. ‘In the tea.’ They all looked at the tray. There was a full cup on it, now almost cold. ‘How do you know?’ said Fen. ‘It come...