Here's his false stump: you see, it's made of wood -- wood and black felt?
Well, that just held his hand nicely.
Why, we considers that one of the most ingenious contrivances in the whole museum." Meanwhile, Daisy had let go her hold of her father.

With Chandler in delighted attendance, she had moved away to the farther end of the great room, and now she was bending over yet another glass case.
"Whatever are those little bottles for ?" she asked wonderingly.
There were five small phials, filled with varying quantities of cloudy liquids.
"They're full of poison, Miss Daisy, that's what they are.

There's enough arsenic in that little whack o' brandy to do for you and me -- aye, and for your father as well, I should say." "Then chemists shouldn't sell such stuff," said Daisy, smiling.
Poison was so remote from herself, that the sight of these little bottles only brought a pleasant thrill.
"No more they don't.

That was sneaked out of a flypaper, that was.
Lady said she wanted a cosmetic for her complexion, but what she was really going for was flypapers for to do away with her husband.
She'd got a bit tired of him, I suspect." "Perhaps he was a horrid man, and deserved to be done away with," said Daisy.

The idea struck them both as so very comic that they began to laugh aloud in unison.
"Did you ever hear what a certain Mrs.Pearce did ?" asked Chandler, becoming suddenly serious.
"Oh, yes," said Daisy, and she shuddered a little.