POISONED BY ARSENIC, 
will have some champagne. I am quite certain there 
was a dozen or two of that, in the back corner, it 
must be in fine drinking order now. Bring out two 
bottles on trial.” As before, the response was: “All 
done.” The host, from being amused, now began to 
shew considerable signs of irritation, and said: “If 
we can’t have any wine we will have a glass of grog 
ail round, on a meeting of friends. “Boy, bring in 
the hot water, a lemon, and the sugar. Jim son, bring 
out a bottle of brandy, or perhaps some of you would 
prefer whisky toddy, a bottle of whisky — or stay : 
better bring both and you can please yourselves.” 
No need to say: “Stay,” for Mr. Jimson had never 
moved, and shewed no signs of moving. His response, 
as before, was: “ All done. ” Matters, or rather ex- 
posures, had now become so serious, that the guests 
said it was time to go, and they went, and the resi- 
dent told Jimson he intended having a complete 
overhaul of everything to-morrow, and would certainly 
call upon him to give an account of all unreasonable 
shortcomings in the bungalow stores. After this Mr. 
Jimson went to his own bungalow. The result of 
the complete overhaul and examination of the store, 
room, after whan has been written, can easily be 
imagined, so we need not further enlarge on the sub- 
ject. One evening, just at dusk, Mr. Jimson arrived 
at his senior’s bungalow ; he went straight to the couch, 
lay down, and said; “It’s all over now : my trou- 
bles are over ; I ’ve swallowed a dose of ars nic.” A 
thought hashed through the senior’s brain: “He will 
die here, there will be an exammation, arsenic will 
be discovered iu his stomach.” He looked up to a shelf 
on which were a number of cooly medicine bottles, 
and standing amongst them was a round bottle labelled 
“ Arsenic. PoisoKS.” He had had a serious^, quarrel with 
Jimson a few days before, and this was well-known, 
it was well-known that on account of the foolish 
talking propensities of the junior they were mostly 
always quarrelling. What could be that every natural 
inference drawn from Jimson dead in his bungalow, 
a post-mortem examination verdict “poisoned by ar- 
senic,” and a bottle of that poison standing, half-empty 
on the shelf ! Many a one had been hanged on less 
evidence, hanged : and just then visions of three Sin- 
halese murderers rose up in remembrance, whom last 
week the senior had seen hanged on the grass flat 
between the lake and Bogambara Mills, Kandy. What 
if their fate should his ! The idea was intolerable ; 
he started up, go^ hold of a piece of tape, went into 
the pantry, cut a' small piece of fat off a cold joint 
of meat, tied ik to the end of the tape, rounded it 
off into a smaU ball ; he then took Jimson by the 
