"Good! Then here's the powder." He drew one from the packet. "Don't
let none of it fall. You'll steal into the kitchen this afternoon--she
generally lays down after she's washed the dinner things--and just
empty the paper into the little brown teapot she always makes her tea
in. Then burn the paper in the stove--there's sure to be a fire on--so
that she won't find nothing lying around to make her suspicious. You
understand, don't you?"
He said he understood, though in his heart of hearts he wished that he
hadn't been charged with the duty.