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352 pages, ebook
First published January 22, 2019
Of course! Why hadn't I thought of it until now? As any student of poisons knows, the ordeal bean of Calabar (Physostigma venenosum), which is almost indistinguishable from the coffee bean, was formerly used by superstitious tribes on the west coast of Africa to detect witchcraft or determine guilt. An innocent man accused of theft would vomit up the bean and live, whereas a guilty man would retain it and die.
I had never been wholly satisfied with my own name. Flavia sounds so much like vanilla extract.
If I'd been left to choose my own name, I should have chosen Amanita. It has such a nice ring about it, I think. And since mushrooms grow in rings...
I did know, indeed, as would any keen student of the poisoner's art. The balance between physostigmine and atropine is a razor's edge. One either got it right or -
Well, there was no "either." Death was death.
“She’s a very strange person,” I said.
Above a distant hill, rain slanted down in ruled lines from the black bottoms of a cloud that billowed up into towers of matchless white in the glorious sunshine above.
“Yes, she is,” Dogger agreed. “But when you come to think of it, Miss Flavia, we are all strange persons.”