Then the king was sorry, frightfully sorry, because he saw that through his own hasty and ill-considered action he had killed his best friend, a friend who all along had been acting in his interests.

You see the point of that story, don't you?
You'll be exactly in the position of the king, and you'll suffer endless remorse just as he did if you go and sack Sabina." Doyle meditated on the story.

It produced a certain effect on his mind, for he said,-- "If so be it wasn't Sabina that put the paraffin oil into the judge's dinner, but some other one coming in unbeknown to her, and Sabina maybe doing her best to stop it, then of course there wouldn't be another word said about it; though as soon as ever I found out who it was--" "You mustn't push the parable to those extremes," said Meldon.

"No parable would stand it.

Sabina did pour in the paraffin oil.