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A Continuation of the Reminiscences of John Watson, M.D.

           “Hecoweredawaywithwildcriesandprayersformercy,butIdrewmyknifeandheldittohisthroatuntilhehadobeyedme. ThenIswallowedtheother,andwestoodfacingoneanotherinsilenceforaminuteormore,waitingtoseewhichwastoliveandwhichwastodie. ShallIeverforgetthelookwhichcameoverhisfacewhenthefirstwarningpangstoldhimthatthepoisonwasinhissystem? IlaughedasIsawit,andheldLucy’smarriageringinfrontofhiseyes. Itwasbutforamoment,fortheactionofthealkaloidisrapid. Aspasmofpaincontortedhisfeatures;hethrewhishandsoutinfrontofhim,staggered,andthen,withahoarsecry,fellheavilyuponthefloor. Iturnedhimoverwithmyfoot,andplacedmyhanduponhisheart. Therewasnomovement. Hewasdead! 

           “Thebloodhadbeenstreamingfrommynose,butIhadtakennonoticeofit. Idon’tknowwhatitwasthatputitintomyheadtowriteuponthewallwithit. Perhapsitwassomemischievousideaofsettingthepoliceuponawrongtrack,forIfeltlight-heartedandcheerful. IrememberedaGermanbeingfoundinNewYorkwithRACHEwrittenupabovehim,anditwasarguedatthetimeinthenewspapersthatthesecretsocietiesmusthavedoneit. IguessedthatwhatpuzzledtheNewYorkerswouldpuzzletheLondoners,soIdippedmyfingerinmyownbloodandprinteditonaconvenientplaceonthewall. ThenIwalkeddowntomycabandfoundthattherewasnobodyabout,andthatthenightwasstillverywild. 

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