I must have done more; I must have covered the whole lounge with pillows and cushions; for, presently my mind cleared again, and I recollected that it was something about the poison.

I was to put the phial in her hand--or was I to throw it from the window?
Something was to be thrown from the window--it must be the phial.

But I couldn't lift the window, so having found the phial standing on the table beside the little flask, I carried it into the closet where there was a window opening inward, and I dropped it out of that, and thought I had done all.

But when I came back and saw Adelaide's coat lying in a heap where she had thrown it, I recalled that she had said something about this but what, I didn't know.

So I lifted it and put it in the closet--why, I cannot say.