"Over the wall, of course. What's their names? They'll come when I call them."
"Tiger and Nero."
"So be it. Tiger and Nero will devour the beef and ask no questions. An hour after they'll be as dead as two door-nails."
"Poor fellows! But it can't be helped, I suppose?"
"I suppose not. Save your sympathy, Sarah. You must do for the three old folks."
"Poison them, too?" asked Sarah, grimly.
"Not quite. Just put them to sleep."
"Indeed! How?"
Mr. Ingelow produced a little white paper from his vest pocket.
"You see this powder?" holding it up. "Drop it into the tea-pot this evening, and don't drink any of the tea."