"In course it were, sir. My other children ate plenty of it. _Their_ appet.i.tes didn"t fail "em."
"Where did you get the warm water from that you say you soaked the bread in?"
"Out o" the tea-kettle, sir. The water was the same that I biled for our tea morning and night."
"The deceased children, then, had absolutely no food given to them apart from what you had yourselves?"
"Not a sc.r.a.p, sir. Not a drop."
"Except the pills."
"Excepting them, in course, sir. None o" the rest of us wanted physic."
"Where did you procure these pills?"
She went into the history of the pills. Giving the full account of them, as already related.
"By your own showing, witness, it must be three months, or thereabouts, since you had that box from Abel Crew," spoke the coroner. "How do you know that the two pills you administered to the deceased children came from the same box?"
Hester Reed"s eyes opened wide. She looked as surprised as though she had been asked whether she had procured the two pills from the moon.
"Yes, yes," interposed one of the jury, "how do you know it was the same box?"
"Why, gentlemen, I had no other box of pills at all, save that," she said, when her speech came to her. "We"ve had no physic but that in the cottage since winter, nor for ever so long afore. I"ll swear it was the same box, sirs; there can"t be no mistake about it."
"Did you leave it about in the way of people?" resumed the coroner. "So that it might be handled by anybody who might come into your cottage?"
"No, sir," she answered, earnestly. "I never kept the pill-box but in one place, and that was on the top of the high press upstairs out of harm"s way. I put it there the first night Abel Crew gave it me, and when I wanted to get a pill or two out for my own taking, I used to step on a chair--for it"s too high for me to reach without--and help myself.
The box have never been took from the place at all, sir, till Tuesday night, when I brought it downstairs with me. When I"ve wanted to dust the press-top, I"ve just lifted the pill-box with one hand and pa.s.sed the duster along under it with the other, as I stood on the chair. It"s the same box, sir; I"ll swear to that much; and it"s the same pills."
Strong testimony. The coroner paused a moment. "You swear that, you say?
You are quite sure?"
"Sir, I am sure and positive. The box was never took from its place since Abel Crew gave it me, till I reached up for it on Tuesday evening and carried it downstairs."
"You had been in the habit of taking these pills yourself, you say?"
"I took two three or four times when I first had "em, sir; once I took three; but since then I"ve felt better and not wanted any."
"Did you feel any inconvenience from them? Any pain?"
"Not a bit, sir. As I said to Ann Dovey that night, when she asked whether they was fit pills to give the children, they seemed as mild as milk."
"Should you know the box again, witness?"
"Law yes, sir, what should hinder me?" returned Hester Reed, inwardly marvelling at what seemed so superfluous a question.
The coroner undid the paper, and handed the box to her. She was standing close to him, on the other side his clerk--who sat writing down the evidence. "Is this the box?" he asked. "Look at it well."
Mrs. Reed did as she was bid: turned it about and looked "well." "Yes, sir, it is the same box," said she. "That is, I am nearly sure of it."
"What do you mean by _nearly_ sure?" quickly asked the coroner, catching at the word. "Have you any doubt?"
"Not no moral doubt at all, sir. Only them pill-boxes is all so like one another. Yes, sir, I"m sure it is the same box."
"Open it, and look at the pills. Are they, in your judgment, the same?"
"Just the same, sir," she answered, after taking off the lid. "One might a"most know"em anywhere. Only----"
"Only what?" demanded the coroner, as she paused.
"Well, sir, I fancied I had rather more left--six or seven say. There"s only five here."
The coroner made no answer to that. He took the box from her and put on the lid. We soon learnt that two had been taken out for the purpose of being a.n.a.lyzed.
For who should loom into the room at that juncture but Pettipher, the druggist from Piefinch Cut. He had been a.n.a.lyzing the pills in a hasty way in obedience to orders received half-an-hour ago, and came to give the result. The pills contained a.r.s.enic, he said; not enough to kill a grown person, he thought, but enough to kill a child. As Pettipher was only a small man (in a business point of view) and sold groceries as well as drugs, and spectacles and ear-trumpets, some of us did not think much of his opinion, and fancied the pills should have been a.n.a.lyzed by Duffham. That was just like old Jones: giving work to the wrong man.
George Reed was questioned, but could tell nothing, except that he had never touched either box or pills. While Ann Dovey was being called, and the coroner had his head bent over his clerk"s notes, speaking to him in an undertone, Abel Crew suddenly asked to be allowed to look at the pills. The coroner, without lifting his head, just pushed the box down on the green cloth; and one of the jury handed it over his shoulder to Abel Crew.
"This is not the box I gave Mrs. Reed," said Abel, in a clear, firm tone, after diving into it with his eyes and nose. "Nor are these the pills."
Up went the coroner"s head with a start. He had supposed the request to see the box came from a juryman. It might have been irregular for Abel Crew to be allowed so much; but as it arose partly through the coroner"s own fault, he was too wise to make a commotion over it.
"What is that you say?" he asked, stretching out his hand for the box as eagerly as though it had contained gold.
"That this box and these pills are not the same that I furnished to Mrs.
Reed, sir," replied Abel, advancing and placing the box in the coroner"s hand. "They are not indeed."
"Not the same pills and box!" exclaimed the coroner. "Why, man, you have heard the evidence of the witness, Hester Reed; you may see for yourself that she spoke nothing but truth. Don"t talk nonsense here."
"But they are _not_ the same, sir," respectfully persisted Abel. "I know my own pills, and I know my own boxes: these are neither the one nor the other."
"Now that won"t do; you must take us all for fools!" exploded the coroner, who was a man of quick temper. "Just you stand back and be quiet."
"Never a pill-box went out from my hands, sir, but it had my little private mark upon it," urged Abel. "That box does not bear the mark."
"What is the mark, pray?" asked the coroner.
"Four little dots of ink inside the rim of the lid, sir; and four similar dots inside the box near the edge. They are so faint that a casual observer might not notice them; but they are always there. Of all the pill-boxes now in my house, sir--and I suppose there may be two or three dozen of them--you will not find one but has the mark."
Some whispering had been going on in different parts of the room; but this silenced it. You might have heard a pin drop. The words seemed to make an impression on the coroner: they and Abel Crew were both so earnest.
"You a.s.sert also that the pills are not yours," spoke the coroner, who was known to be fond of desultory conversations while holding his inquests. "What proof have you of that?"
"No proof; that is, no proof that I can advance, that would satisfy the eye or ear. But I am certain, by the look of them, that those were never my pills."
All this took the jury aback; the coroner also. It had seemed to some of them an odd thing that Hester Reed should have swallowed two or three of the pills at once without their entailing an ache or a pain, and that one each had poisoned the babies. Perkins the butcher observed to the coroner that the box must have been changed since Mrs. Reed helped herself from it. Upon which the coroner, after pulling at his whiskers for a moment as if in thought, called out for Mrs. Reed to return.