Each dish as brought in was, after a portion had been given to a monkey, placed in the oven, and thus half an hour was given to allow the poison to work.

This was done without Charlie's knowledge, the oven being placed in the anteroom, and the dishes thence brought in, in regular order, by the body servant, whom even Tim allowed to be devoted to his master.
One day, Charlie was just sitting down to his soup, when Tim ran in.
"For the love of Heaven, Mr.Charles, don't put that stuff to your mouth.

It's pisoned, or, at any rate, if it isn't, one of the other dishes is." "Poisoned, Tim! Nonsense, man.

You are always thinking of poisonings and plots." "And it's lucky for your honor that I am," Tim said.

"Jist come into the next room, and look at the monkeys." Charlie went in.