had decided upon the operation. To justify what I was about to do there had to be no mistake about the necessity. I contrived a final test.
"Less than three weeks ago I saw Hannah and the little girl come to the house one afternoon. Shortly afterwards Mrs Glass knocked at my door. Could she ask Hannah to tea and, as Mrs Severe and her friend were being out until late, might Miss Marie also stay? There was, as she knew, no need for her to ask me, but my housekeeper is primitive in her ideas of duty. Of course I readily assented, but I suggested that Marie should have tea with me; and so it was arranged.
"Before tea she amused herself about the garden. I told her to gather me a bunch of flowers and when she came in with them I noticed that she had scratched her arm with a thorn. I hurried through the meal, for I had then determined what to do. When we had finished, without ringing the bell, I gave her a chair in front of the fire and sat down opposite her. There was a true story about a clever goose that I had promised her.
"'But you are going to sleep, Marie,' I said, looking at her fixedly. 'It is the heat of the fire.'
"'I think I must be,' she admitted drowsily. 'Oh, how silly. I can scarcely keep my eyes open.'
"'You are going to sleep,' I repeated. 'You are very, very tired.' I raised my hand and moved it slowly before her face. 'You can hardly see my hand now. Your eyes are closed. When I stop speaking you will be asleep.' I dropped my hand and she was fast asleep.
"I had made my arrangements and had everything ready. From her arm, where the puncture of the needle was masked by the scratch, I secured a few
