The gazebo was a sizeable sanctuary. It was her favorite place on the estate. It was where she liked to read or merely reflect on life. However, today, she found no solace there. Her mind was in a turmoil. She was still in shock over losing Charles and learning that his death was caused by Cyanide poisoning.
The atmosphere at the estate was heavy and oppressive as everyone tried to come to terms with the tragedy. Margaret was beside herself with grief. Robert was still inconsolable. Clive was flying in that evening from Windhoek. When she had called his flat with the news, she had spoken to his fiancee, Ndeshi. After recovering from her shock, she promised to relay the message right away to Clive who was in Cape Town on business.
And it was here, in her sanctuary where Margaret with the police in tow descended upon her. Before she had a chance to say anything, Margaret stepped forward, pointing an accusing finger at her. “It was you!” she cried. “You killed Charles.”
Caroline was mortified. It took several minutes for her to recover from her shock and protest vehemently, “That’s not true! Why would I do kill Charles?”
“You meant to kill me. The Cyanide was in my cereal which Charles ate.”
“Why would I want to kill you?”
“You hate me because I married Charles. You’re in love with him and after your sister died, you hoped that he would marry you but he married me instead. You couldn’t stand me being the new mistress of this estate so you concocted a plan to murder me but it backfired. You killed Charles instead.”
Caroline looked at Detective Chief Superintendent Allen, her eyes wide with desperation. “She’s lying,” she cried. “I admit that I don’t like her but I would never resort to murder.”
Margaret glared at her. “Agnes said that when she went into the kitchen that morning you were there. While she wasn’t looking, you could have easily put the Cyanide in the cereal.”
“Why were you in the kitchen, Miss Taylor?” DCS Allen asked.
“I went to get myself a cup of tea.”
“There was a pot of tea on the table. You could have helped yourself to that.”
“I wanted to have my tea on the patio before having my breakfast.”
Just then Detective Sergeant Moore entered the room. He went over to DCS Allen. He handed him a plastic bag with a little bottle inside. “We found this in one of her chest of drawers, tucked behind some scarves.”
“No, Sir. The other lady–Miss Taylor.”
“Do you know what it is?”
“It smelled like bitter Almonds, Sir.”
Cyanide. “Thank you, Detective Sergeant Moore.” He held the bag up for Caroline to see. “Miss Taylor, do you know what this is?”
She shook her head, looking bewildered. “No. I’ve never seen it before.”
“It’s Cyanide. Perhaps you would like to explain what it was doing in one of your drawers.”
“I don’t know how it got there. Someone must have put it there.”
“You see that I was right, Detective Chief Superintendent Allen. She murdered my husband. She meant to kill me but she killed him instead.”
“That’s not true. You have to believe me. I don’t know how that bottle got in my drawer. I didn’t put it there. I’ve never seen it before. Please…I’m telling you the truth.”
“I’m afraid the evidence says otherwise. Miss Taylor, you’re under arrest for the murder of Charles Whitmore.”
“No!” she cried as they escorted her from the room. “I’m innocent!” Her eyes fell on Margaret.
Margaret turned away. With her back turned to them, no one noticed the exultant smile on her face. Now only one person stood in her way–Clive’s fiancée, Ndeshi.