Used: In A Luxurious Hotel, Six People Sat Down To Dinner At The Table In The Alcove, A Table Laid For Seven. In Front Of The Empty Place Was A Sprig Of Rosemary - In Memory Of Rosemary Barton Who Had Suddenly Sprawled Dead Across That Same Table Exactly A Year Before. George Barton Raised His Glass Of Champagne. i Don"t Want To Recall Past Sadness, But I Ask You To Drink A Toast. To Rosemary, My Wife. For Remembrance". They Drank. There Was A Pause - Then One Of The Party Slumped In His Chair, His Face Turning Purple As He Fought For Breath. It Took Him A Minute And A Half To Die.