We lessened their numbers eventually by the help of some common oil-shop stuff.

But such vast numbers, attracted by MacShaughnassy's poison, had settled in the house, that to finally exterminate them now was hopeless.
I have not heard of MacShaughnassy's aunt lately.

Possibly, one of MacShaughnassy's bosom friends has found out her address and has gone down and murdered her.

If so, I should like to thank him.
I tried a little while ago to cure MacShaughnassy of his fatal passion for advice-giving, by repeating to him a very sad story that was told to me by a gentleman I met in an American railway car.

I was travelling from Buffalo to New York, and, during the day, it suddenly occurred to me that I might make the journey more interesting by leaving the cars at Albany and completing the distance by water.