I was right there when the murder took place, I saw it all.
Of course, I wasn’t there when he found the reference to the almost undetectable poison on the Internet. Neither was I there when he managed to buy it on the black market. I didn’t attend any of the police interviews where he explained about her two heart attacks. Those were a while back. I wasn’t even here then.
He was clever in the way he had explained about her chest pains and their realising that she could finally go if she had another attack, but I wasn’t there for that either. But I was there when the murder took place.
I was there, sitting in the armchair, when he brought the coffee in.
Naturally, had I been asked, I couldn’t have told them anything, being a cat, but even if I could, I would have said nothing.
I had never liked her.
I had always liked him.