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voice of warning, "Where did you get _them_ from, Sally?" "Won 'em in a raffle," declared Sally. "Oo, gambling!" reproved Mrs. Minto. "It's very wrong of young girls----" "Fiddlesticks! They're good chocolates, too," said Sally. "Don't make yourself sick. It's a nuisance. Besides, I want some myself. I _am_ hungry. I've been working all the evening." "Working!" grumbled her mother, incredulously. "Well.... I ... _have_!" asserted Sally. "Perhaps you'd like me to get Miss Summers to give me a certificate? You'll see. I shall have a bit more money at the end of the week. Then you'll rub your eyes. You'll apologise--I don't think! No, I'm a bad girl, wasting my time gadding about. You never think of that when you get the money, or the money if I'm late." "Hush! Hush!" begged her mother. "I never said you was a bad girl. You're a very good girl. But when you bring home a box of chocolates at this hour--nine o'clock, and past--and say you won them in a raffle, and you've been working--well!" "What's that you're reading?" asked Sally, pointing to the small print. Mrs. Minto straightened the sheet of newspaper, and held it up to the light. "It's an old paper," she said. "A trial." "Lor! Murder?" Sally almost left her supper. "What's it all about?" "Well ... oo, he must a been a wicked wretch. He poisoned the old lady. He'd robbed her before he did it. Took all her money to give her an annuity, and then he poisoned her." "Poison! Whew! What sort of poison?" "Flypapers, it was. Not them sticky ones, but the brown, what you put in water. Got arsenic in them, they have." "What's arsenic?" Mrs. Minto looked over her magnifying glass at Sally in a bewildered way. "I don't know. It's poison. I never poisoned anybody. Not that I know of." "No," agreed Sally. She thought to herself: "She ought to have poisoned dad. All of us." Melancholy seized her, a dreadful passing fit of depression. Suddenly she longed for Toby. Aloud, she proceeded, more seriously: "If it's in the flypapers, why don't we all get poisoned, ma?" "Well, it seems he soaked the papers, and drained off the water, with the poison in it, and mixed it with her food--beef tea, and that. _She_ never noticed anything. She had awful pains, and diarrhoea, and was sick; and then she died, poor thing." "Hn," said Sally, reaching out for the chocolates. "I'll read it. I like murders." "Hush!" cried Mrs. Minto, in horror. "Read them-
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