"Oh!" she cried, spreading out her long fingers so as to cover both pieces. "That may be; those girls have strange ways with them."
"May I have a peep at them? May I have a peep at her?"
The emphasis I placed on the last word called out from Mother Merry a long stare, which I bore as best I could.
"She hasn't a drop left of what you were talking about," said Mother Merry at last. "If she gave it to him it's all gone."
"Perhaps she can get more where she got that," I made bold to suggest.
The old hag gave a grunt and looked gloatingly at the coins sparkling between her bony fingers.
"How many of these have you saved up?" she asked.
"Ten."
"And with ten dollars in your pocket you come here for poison?"
Her amazement was quite real. Ten dollars in my pocket and wanting poison! It took her some minutes to grasp the fact; then she said: