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He moved forward some more. “I let you get your revenge on John Bruno and become rich with life insurance in the bargain, and found a way for you to put your poor, sick husband out of his misery. And all I asked was for you to play by the rules. That was all I demanded and you’ve disappointed me.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said in a quivering voice.
“The rules, Mildred. My rules. And those rules didn’t include another trip to the police station and further interrogation by the FBI.”
“It was those people who came here asking questions.”
“Yes, King and Dillinger, I know. Go on,” he said pleasantly.
“I… I was just talking to them. I told them what you said to say. About Bruno, I mean. Just like you said.”
“You were obviously more than candid. Come now, Mildred, tell me everything.”
The woman was shaking badly.
He said soothingly, “Calm down, pour yourself another drink.”
She did so and downed it. “I… we were talking about Scotch. I told him Bill liked his Scotch, that’s all. I swear.”
“And you put the methanol in the bottle of Scotch?”
“Yes, in Bill’s special Scotch. The Macallan’s.”
“Why did you do that, Mildred? We gave you the methanol. You were supposed to just put it in a syringe and shoot it into his feeding tube. Nice and simple. All you had to do was follow instructions.”
“I know, but… I just couldn’t do it that way. I couldn’t. I wanted it to seem like I was just giving him his Scotch, just like regular. See? So I mixed it in the bottle and then put that into him.”
“Fine, so afterwards why didn’t you pour the Scotch down the sink, or throw out the bottle?”
“I was going to, but I was afraid somebody might see me. I throw out lots of empty bottles of booze, but I also know some of my neighbors thought I’d killed Bill for the insurance money. They might go through my trash. And even if I washed out the bottle and even broke it into pieces the police can still find things from little bits of glass. I watch those TV forensic shows—I know! I figured it’d be better if I just left it where it was. And then I just didn’t want to go near it. I… I was feeling guilty, about Bill.” She started to quietly sob.
“But you mentioned it, and King and Dillinger put two and two together. Now, why couldn’t you have just shown them the Scotch you have in that liquor cabinet there?”
“It wasn’t Macallan’s. I told that young man that Bill only drank Macallan’s. I… I was scared. I told him I still had the bottle. It just slipped out. I mean, everything was going great and then he just yelled out, to show him the Scotch. I thought if I didn’t show him the bottle, he might get suspicious.”
“Undoubtedly they would have. My goodness, how very thorough you were in spilling everything to complete strangers.”
“He was a real gentleman,” she said defensively.
“I’m sure he was. So they took the bottle, and they analyzed it and found it was poisoned. What did you tell the police?”
Mildred looked pleased with herself. “I told them a woman, a nurse, came to the house, and I hired her to look after Bill. And that she was the one who put the poison in there. I even told them her name.” She paused and added with a flourish, “Elizabeth Borden. Get it? Lizzie Borden.” She cackled. “Smart, huh?”
“Amazing, and you thought of all this on the way to the police station?”
She gulped her drink, lit a cigarette and blew smoke out. “I’ve always been quick that way. I think I would have made a better lawyer than my husband.”
“How did you say you paid for this woman’s services?”
“Pay?”
“Yes, pay. You didn’t tell them she worked for free, did you? One rarely finds such an accommodating soul in real life.”
“Pay, oh, well, I told them… I mean, I was sort of vague on that.”
“Really, and they didn’t press the point?”
She flicked her ash onto the floor and shrugged. “No, they didn’t. They believed what I said. I’m the old, grieving widow. So everything’s just fine.”
