"That will fix her," he muttered.
"Andrew, Andrew, what have you done?" she questioned, gaspingly.
"How do you feel?"
His eyes fairly glared at her.
"Worse—that was poison!"
He uttered a guttural laugh. Then in a fit of madness bent low and hissed:
"You are right, old woman, it was poison! It isn't the first dose you have taken, either. I meant to have you out of my way before now."
What demon possessed him to tell her this?
His manner had changed suddenly, indeed.
There was the look of a demon on his countenance. He seemed to gloat over the sufferings of his dying wife.