They may be thankful not to have a murder-case to deal with!" Strangely enough, I was _en route_ for the house of my friend, Mrs.
B., and as the car, at this juncture, crossed the street on which she lived, I motioned to the conductor to ring the bell, and alighted before hearing more of that remarkable tale.

Being acquainted with the whole matter as it actually occurred, I was amused and indignant, as well as curious, to learn how this girl had received the wretchedly garbled version of an affair, the facts of which were these: When Mr.B.was suddenly prostrated by an alarming attack of pneumonia, his sister, a noble woman who had taken up as her life-work the duties of a trained nurse in a Boston hospital, was telegraphed for.

As she had a serious case in charge, it was impossible to obey the summons, and a New York nurse was engaged.

Mr.B.'s physician had, early in his illness, prepared some powders, each containing a minute portion of morphine, and several had been administered to the patient.
Of late, he had taken five grains of quinine each morning.

A few days before the above mentioned harangue, the doctor ordered the nurse to double the usual dose of quinine.