As for myself, I had by this time convinced myself that, somehow,
the mushrooms were involved. What Kennedy expected to find I could
not guess. But from what I had read I surmised that it must be
that one of the poisonous varieties had somehow got mixed with the
others, one of the Amanitas, just as deadly as the venom of the
rattler or the copperhead. I knew that, in some cases, Amanitas
had been used to commit crimes. Was this such a case?

We had no trouble in finding the estate of Miss Hargrave, and she
was at home.

Kennedy lost no time introducing himself and coming to the point
of his visit. Madeline Hargrave was a slender, willowy type of
girl, pronouncedly blond, striking, precisely the type I should
have imagined that Mansfield would have been proud to be seen
with.

"I've just heard of Mr. Mansfield's illness," she said, anxiously.
"Mr. Lewis called me up and told me. I don't see why Miss Grey or
Doctor Murray didn't let me know sooner."

She said it with an air of vexation, as though she felt slighted.
In spite of her evident anxiety to know about the tragedy,
however, I did not detect the depth of feeling that Helen Grey had
shown. In fact, the thoughtfulness of Fleming Lewis almost led me
to believe that it was he, rather than Mansfield, for whom she
really cared.

We chatted a few minutes, as Kennedy told what little we had
discovered. He said nothing about the spangle.