After taking a turn round the top of the bell-glass the robber of the dead returns to the victim, squeezes it once more, and licks its mouth until the last trace of honey has disappeared.
The frantic passion of the Philanthus for the honey of the bee is betrayed in another fashion.

When the first victim has been exhausted I have introduced a second bee, which has been promptly stabbed under the chin and squeezed as before in order to extract its honey.

A third has suffered the same fate without appeasing the bandit.

I have offered a fourth, a fifth; all are accepted.

My notes record that a Philanthus sacrificed six bees in succession before my eyes, and emptied them all of honey in the approved manner.