ce were made at Gleninch.

"Our next inquiries took us to Edinburgh--to the druggist whose label
we had found on the crumpled morsel of paper, and to other druggists
likewise whom we were instructed to question. On the twenty-eighth of
October the Fiscal was in possession of all the information that we
could collect, and our duties for the time being came to an end."

This concluded the evidence of Schoolcraft and Lorrie. It was not shaken
on cross-examination, and it was plainly unfavorable to the prisoner.

Matters grew worse still when the next witnesses were called. The
druggist whose label had been found on the crumpled bit of paper now
appeared on the stand, to make the position of my unhappy husband more
critical than ever.

Andrew Kinlay, druggist, of Edinburgh, deposed as follows:

"I keep a special registry book of the poisons sold by me. I produce the
book. On the date therein mentioned the prisoner at the bar, Mr. Eustace
Macallan, came into my shop, and said that he wished to purchase some
arsenic. I asked him what it was wanted for. He told me it was wanted by
his gardener, to be used, in solution, for the killing of insects in
the greenhouse. At the same time he mentioned his name--Mr. Macallan,
of Gleninch. I at once directed my assistant to put up the arsenic (two
ounces of it), and I made the necessary entry in my book. Mr. Macallan
signed the entry, and I signed it afterward as witness. He paid for the
arsenic, and took it away with him wrapped up in two papers, the outer
wrapper being labeled with my name and address, and with the word
'Poison' in large letters--exactly like the label now produced on the
piece of paper found at Gleninch."

The next witness, Peter Stockdale (also a druggist of Edinburgh),
followed, and said:

"The prisoner at the bar called at my shop on the date indicated on my
register, some days later than the date indicated in the register of Mr.
Kinlay. He wished to purchase sixpenny-worth of arsenic. My assistant,
to whom he had addressed himself, called me. It is a rule in my shop
that no one sells poisons but myself. I asked the prisoner what he
wanted the arsenic for. He answered that he wanted it for killing rats
at his house, called Gleninch. I said, 'Have I the honor of speaking to
Mr. Macallan, of Gleninch?' He said that was his name. I sold him the
arsenic--about an ounce and a half--and labeled the bottle in which
I put it with the word 'Poison' in my own handwri