“She said good-bye, shut her eyes, and half an hour later gave up her soul to God. She was fully conscious up to the last moment. Anyway when they gave her milk instead of water she whispered softly:
“‘Why are you giving me milk instead of water?’
“So that is what happened. She died as she predicted.”
The examining magistrate paused, gave a sigh and said:
“Come, explain why she died. I assure you on my honour, this is not invented, it’s a fact.”
The doctor looked at the sky meditatively.
“You ought to have had an inquest on her,” he said.
“Why?”
“Why, to find out the cause of her death. She didn’t die because she had predicted it. She poisoned herself most probably.”
The examining magistrate turned quickly, facing the doctor, and screwing up his eyes, asked: