Under pressure the scullion was starting to look angry and confused. I was about to issue a signal, but Helena moved on anyway. 'Anthea, can you tell me how long Severina stayed with you, and what happened when she left?'
'She stayed all the time.'
'What-during the dinner?'
'Oh no; not that long. Until the party had started. Just started,' she repeated, shoving that hair out of her eyes again while I gripped my bedcover.
'Then what?' Helena queried pleasantly. I think she knew I was getting annoyed.
'Severina sighed a bit and said she was feeling poorly so she would go home.'
'By then all she had done was taste some things, talk to Viridovix, and decorate a plate?'
'She inspected the dishes before she went.'
'What happened about that?'
'Nothing. She said it all looked lovely, and Viridovix should be proud of himself.'
If Helena was feeling the strain of this interview, no one would have known. 'So Severina left, then Viridovix went up to the triclinium to oversee the carvers. Did anyone except your own household servants come into the kitchen after that?'
'No.'
'Did you ever see any of the dinner guests?'
'They might have gone past to the lavatory. But I was busy by then.'
'None of them came in, for instance to say thank you for the splendid food?' I choked with mirth, echoed by Hyacinthus. Helena ignored us. 'Anthea, in your house where are the prepared dishes kept while they wait for the bearers to take them upstairs?'
'On a table by the kitchen door.'
'Inside the room?'
'Yes.'
'Could anyone have tampered with them without being seen?'
'No. A boy has to stand by the table to keep off the flies.'
'Ah! I expect there are quite a lot of flies in your house,' Helena allowed herself to jibe sarcastically. She had run out of questions for a moment.
'There was one thing,' Anthea broke in, almost accusingly. 'Severina and Viridovix were giggling about the cakes.'
Helena stayed calm. 'These were the bought pastries which had come up to the house from the cakeseller Minnius?'
'One was a very big one.'
'A special one!' Helena exclaimed.
'Yes, but it can't have been the one that poisoned the master-'For the first time Anthea was carried away by what she had to impart. 'I know about that cake; no one else does! Severina said it was going to cause a quarrel, because everyone would fight to snatch it off the plate. She said she would take it away, and keep it for Hortensius Novus to have afterwards in his own room by himself-'
Helena's head spun in my direction. We were both holding our breath, and even the runabout tensed, realising what this tale implied. But the scullion, having built up her big moment, deflated us. 'He never ate it though.'
She sat, enjoying the anticlimax she had caused. Helena murmured 'How do you know that?'
'I found it! After the dinner was over, when I was scraping scraps from the big gold plates so I could wash them. I saw that in one of the slop buckets. I remember, because at first I was going to pick it out again and eat it, only it was all covered with wet onion peel. I don't like onions,' Anthea added, as if she would have eaten the cake regardless, but for that.
'I wonder,' pondered Helena, 'who can have thrown the cake away?'
'Nobody knew. I was mad; I called out, what miserable rat dumped this good cake in here? I would have belted them-but no one knew.'
I roused myself. 'Anthea, had all the other cakes been eaten when the serving dish came back?'
'I'll say. We never see pastries sent back to the kitchen in our house!'
'How were they served-on the vine leaves Minnius sends them wrapped in?'
'No; just on a platter. I washed it,' she added bitterly. 'Not a crumb left; not a crumb! I nearly didn't bother to wash it at all.'
I fell back on my pillow. The cakes had to be a false lead. Most people present must have eaten one, and none of the other diners had suffered ill effects.
Helena said quietly, 'Falco's tired. I think you must leave now-but you have been of immense help. Viridovix will be avenged, I promise you.'
She was shepherding them out, but that brain of hers was still reasoning rapidly for as they went I heard her ask Anthea whether the platter the cakes had been served on was the one with the egg white glaze.
Hyacinthus called out that he would see me on Thursday if I was able to attend the funeral, then he led off the little washer-upper. (Another thing Helena and I agreed afterwards, was that if we were right about Anthea's relationship with Viridovix, Hyacinthus had probably taken her over now.)
At the outside door I heard the runabout mention to Helena that downstairs in the street there were two men prominently watching our block. Rough types, he said.
Helena went into the living room alone. She would be thinking about what Hyacinthus had just said, not wanting to worry me. I heard her battering something in a bowl to take her mind off it.
Eventually she reappeared. 'Omelette for dinner.'
'What's that?' She was holding a dish covered in a thin layer of wet white froth.
'Egg white. I think if it's left it will set on the dish. It doesn't look much. But I suppose if it was Severina's own idea she could have convinced herself it resembled a decorative bed of snow.'
'Especially on silver.'
Helena was surprised. 'The dishes were gold!'
'Not all. Anthea said she nearly didn't wash up the cake plate; I saw that, it was a giant silver comport Severina had given to Novus.'
'I still think she was wasting eggs,' Helena muttered, inspecting our own crock doubtfully.
'All right. Tell me instead what the runabout said about men watching the house.' She concentrated on the egg white; Helena did not believe in sharing her troubles with an invalid. 'I think we're safe,' I told her, because I knew who the watchers would be.