'There is naught to tell. Early in the spring season he bored him a hole in its trunk, to the very core; and with a long thin needle he squirted in some venom.'
'What strange experiments! And of what sort is the tree?'
'A peach-tree.'
'What followed? Was the fruit also poisoned?'
'It will be so when ripe.'
'Can you see in the peaches that they are poisoned?'
'No; and that is why he permits no entry, lest some one might eat the fruit and die.'
'Have you the key?'
'Ay.'
'Good Astro, give it to me!'