"If she'd confined herself to that statement when she was talking to the judge, I shouldn't have complained.

I didn't exactly tell her that she was to upset the lamp, but I did say that she was to flavour everything the judge got to eat with paraffin oil." "It's a queer thing that you'd do the like," said Doyle, "knowing well all the time that no man would stay where he couldn't get a bite to eat, and that I'd be losing three pounds a week by his going." "If you understood the circumstances thoroughly," said Meldon, "you would joyfully sacrifice not only three pounds, but if necessary thirty pounds, a week to get rid of that judge." "I would not," said Doyle confidently.

"I wouldn't turn away any man that was paying me, not if he was down here with orders from the Government to put me in jail on account of some meeting that the League would be having." "Do you or do you not," said Meldon, "want to get rid of Simpkins ?" "I do, of course.

Sure, everybody does." "Very well.

In order to secure the death of Simpkins it was necessary to hunt away that judge.