She turned, saw who had entered, and carefully counted three more drops, corked the bottle tightly and slid it into her apron pocket, and held out the glass to Jerry.
"Give him this," she said in a soft undertone.

"I'm sorry, but I hadn't a chance to say a word to the boy, and so I couldn't think of any other way of making sure he would not go up to Morgan's.

I put something into his coffee to make him sick.

You may tell him, Jerry, if you like.

I should, if I had the chance.