"She took some carrying, too. She was a lump," said Bottiger.
"She was," said Cheluhai. "Then we smoothed out her dress to make it look as if she'd lain down comfortably, and waited a good five minutes to let the anæsthetic work properly."
"It was a five minutes! The smell of that anæsthetic—" said Bottiger, and checked himself.
Chelubai scowled at him, and went on: "Then I took the noose-bag off and saw her face. I felt no doubt whatever that I should acquire no bad harm whatever from the removal. I saw that the Planetary Logos wanted that woman removed. It was only fair to Humanity. It was very satisfactory, and set my mind quite at rest"
"She did look a wrong 'un," said Bottiger.
"Then I took a gold pin out of her shirt-waist—I mean blouse—and pinned the suicide letter to the tree-trunk above her head," said Chelubai.
"Her own gold pin was a very happy touch—very convincing," I said, with warm approval
"We left the bottle which had held the anæsthetic by her side, and put her handkerchief over her face. Then we made sure that the coast was clear, pressed out a footprint or two, got back to our bicycles and rode to Winchester."
"Good! An excellent piece of work," said I.
"But something must really be done about the
