She went to a chemist's, and boldly asked for a small quantity of a certain drug.
"Have you a prescription ?" the man inquired.
"No, but I understand the right proportions to take.

Why do you hesitate?
I am not asking for poison." The man stared hard at the bright, queer face of his customer.
"The drug is not poison," he slowly repeated, "but taken in too large quantities it can inflict an injury.

I will give it to you, but you must enter your name and address in this book." Josephine laughed lightly, entered old Hart's address in the book, paid for her medicine, and departed.

As soon as she got home she took out of a cupboard a decanter which contained a small portion of a very bright and clear wine.

She mixed a little of the powder with the wine.