Now look at this other decanter, without any label at all.; but for
that they're the dead spit of each other. I'll put them side by
side, so you can see. It isn't only the decanters, but the liquor
looks the same in both, and tastes so you wouldn't know the
difference till you woke up in your tracks. I got the poison from
a blamed Indian away west, and it's ruther ticklish stuff. So I
keep the label around the trap-bottle, and only leave it out nights.
That's the idea, and that's all. there is to it," added Maguire,
putting the labelled decanter back in the stand. "But I figure it's
enough for ninety-nine crooks out of a hundred, and nineteen out of
twenty 'll have their liquor before they go to work."
"I wouldn't figure on that," observed the secretary, with a
downward glance as though at the prostrate Raffles. "Have you
looked to see if the trophies are all. safe?"
"Not yet," said Maguire, with a glance at the pseudo-antique cabinet
in which he kept them. "Then you can save yourself the trouble,"
rejoined the secretary, as he dived under the octagonal table, and
came up with a small black bag that I knew at a glance.
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