which was
written in pencil:

'This is not my crime, but society's.'

The report went on to explain that the deed must have been perpetrated
during a fit of temporary insanity brought on by the sufferings the man
had endured.

'Insanity!' muttered Owen, as he read this glib theory. 'Insanity! It
seems to me that he would have been insane if he had NOT killed them.'

Surely it was wiser and better and kinder to send them all to sleep,
than to let them continue to suffer.

At the same time he thought it very strange that the man should have
chosen to do it that way, when there were so many other cleaner, easier
and more painless ways of accomplishing the same object. He wondered
why it was that most of these killings were done in more or less the
same crude, cruel messy way. No; HE would set about it in a different
fashion. He would get some charcoal, then he would paste strips of
paper over the joinings of the door and windows of the room and close
the register of the grate. Then he would kindle the charcoal on a tray
or something in the middle of the room, and then they would all three
just lie down together and sleep; and that would be the end of
everything. There would be no pain, no blood, and no mess.

Or one could take poison. Of course, there was a certain amount of
difficulty in procuring it, but it would not be impossible to find some
pretext for buying some laudanum: one could buy several small
quantities at different shops until one had sufficient. Then he
remembered that he had read somewhere that vermillion, one of the
colours he frequently had to use in his work, was one of the most
deadly poisons: and there was some other stuff that photographers used,
which was very easy to procure. Of course, one would have to be very
careful about poisons, so as not to select one that would cause a lot
of pain. It would be necessary to find out exactly how the stuff acted
before using it. It would not be very difficult to do so. Then he
remembered that among his books was one that probably contained some
information about this subject. He went over to the book-shelf and
presently found the volume; it was called The Cyclopedia of Practical
Medicine, rather an old book, a little out of date, perhaps, but still
it might contain the information he wanted. Opening it, he turned to
the table of contents. Many different subjects were mentioned there
and presently he found the one he sought:

Poisons: ch