Hira knew that for the preparation of these pills he kept vegetable, mineral, snake, and other life-destroying poisons.
That night she went to his house, and calling him aside said-- "I am troubled every day by a jackal who eats from my cooking-vessels.
Unless I can kill this jackal I cannot remain here.

If I mix some poison with the rice to-day he will eat it and die.

You keep many poisons; can you sell me one that will instantly destroy life ?" The _Chandal_ (outcast) did not believe the jackal story.

He said-- "I have what you want, but I cannot sell it.

Should I be known to sell poison the police would seize me." "Be not anxious about that," said Hira; "no one shall know that you have sold it.