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 "Say something original," groaned Cynthia, "Every single person who comes up here says that. We are really thinking of bestowing a prize on the first individual who does not say:  'What a lot of bottles!'  And I know the next thing you're going to say is:  'How many people have you poisoned?

I pleaded guilty with a laugh.

"If you people only knew how fatally easy it is to poison some one by mistake, you wouldn't joke about it. Come on, let's have tea.  We've got all sorts of secret stores in that cupboard. No, Lawrence—that's the poison cupboard.  The big cupboard—that's right."

We had a very cheery tea, and assisted Cynthia to wash up afterwards. We had just put away the last tea-spoon when a knock came at the door. The countenances of Cynthia and Nibs were suddenly petrified into a stern and forbidding expression.

"Come in," said Cynthia, in a sharp professional tone.

A young and rather scared looking nurse appeared with a bottle which she proffered to Nibs, who waved her towards Cynthia with the somewhat enigmatical remark:

"I'm not really here to-day."

Cynthia took the bottle and examined it with the severity of a judge.