Hippolyte brought in the newspaper, and, cursing their stupidity, they sat down to decide upon Celia's fate.

That, however, was soon arranged.

They would dress her in everything which she wore when she came, so that no trace of her might be discovered.

They would give her another dose of morphia, sew her up in a sack as soon as she was unconscious, row her far out on to the lake, and sink her with a weight attached.

They dragged her out from the cupboard, always with the threat of that bright aluminium flask before her eyes.