I have just had a strange visit from Dorothy Fitzpatrick. I think she was implying that my macaroons had something to do with poor Edna's fate. That in short I had poisoned her. I told her that they had been tested in the police laboratory and the offices told me they were delicious and in fact the inspector asked me for the recipe. Dorothy said she would be keeping an eye on me. I did not think it wise to mention that I had given Edna some of the marzipan fruits. I will keep that to myself for now.