Aubrey the apothecary did not answer. The lawyer seemed perplexed and unwilling to leave the room. The apothecary still stood, an icy statue. Anyone knowing the two, knowing the dignified reserve of the lawyer and the genial good-fellowship of the apothecary, would have thought Aubrey Leclair was the lawyer and Aubrey Charles the apothecary. The lawyer suddenly left the outer office and went quickly into the inner room. Aubrey Leelair heard him turn on the tap. In a minute he returned with a pitcher of water and another glass. The apothecary stood with folded arms as before. Apparently the glasses had not been moved, but Aubrey Leclair's face showed a trace of agitation, which seemed to satisfy Aubrey the lawyer.
"No water, please," said Aubrey the apothecary. "I will drink it as it stands."
"To the health of Mazie Lennox!" said Aubrey Charles in ringing tones, looking with a strange expression of shrewdness and triumph at Aubrey the apothecary.
Without an instant's hesitation, he lifted his own glass, clinked it against the glass of Aubrey Leclair, and carried it to his lips. Both men drained the last drop. Aubrey Charles then snapped the stem of his glass, and tossed it into the waste basket.
"And now to business, Aubrey."
The lawyer had resumed his habitual calm. The two men sat down. Aubrey Charles read aloud, very slowly, the paper that he wanted Aubrey Leclair to sign. From time to time he cast a quick glance at the apothecary. Always he found the eyes of the other fixed on his face. He grew nervous at this unwavering stare, and his glances at the apothecary became more frequent. Aubrey Leclair's gaze never faltered.
A sense of impending tragedy held Aubrey Charles in a vise. His face twitched spasmodically. Why was this? He tried to fight off the dreadful doubt that clutched him. He reasoned with himself thus: Aubrey Leclair has changed the wine glasses, thereby taking for himself the poisoned glass. He thinks that I gave him the poisoned glass, I that he has given it back to me. If it were not so, why would he watch me thus? He is looking for symptoms of poisoning. But it is he who has drunk the poison. Why should I be afraid?
Again his face twitched. He sprang to his feet. A sharp pain shot through his heart. He saw Aubrey the apothecary relax from his intense stare and settle back in his chair, satisfied. A horrible suspicion set the lawyer's brain on fire. Had Aubrey been watching him through the chink in the door? But that could hardly be. Another pang shot through his heart. A strong shudder racked his body. He clutched at the table, missed it, and fell to the floor. Aubrey Leclair smiled at him.
"Aubrey!"
It was the lawyer who spoke. His whole body was convulsed from the poison.
"Yes, Aubrey?"
The apothecary smiled again.
"Aubrey! Did you—did you change the glasses?"
The smile vanished from the lips of Aubrey the apothecary as he leaned over his dying enemy. His brows were knit in anger, and hate sat on his face like a dark cloud.
"Yes, Aubrey, I changed the glasses."
The apothecary's voice thrilled with triumph.
"You are caught in your own deathtrap," he continued. "I would not drink your wine, for I knew you had poisoned it. While you were in the inner office I changed glasses. I not only gave you the glass you intended for me, but I poisoned your wine myself, to make sure. I took no chances."
Now it was Aubrey the lawyer who smiled, as he lay in convulsions on the floor.
"Then we shall meet again," he said weakly. "Au revoir, Aubrey, but not good-by. Au revoir! Au rev—"
He made a final attempt to rise, but suddenly pitched forward on his face. His body slowly stiffened.
Aubrey Leclair did not see him die, for he had suddenly gone blind. He groped toward the table. His foot caught on the head of Aubrey Charles. With a half-smothered cry he fell across the body of the lawyer, and a moment later he was dead.
New Mecca for Divorce Hunters
YUCATAN, known as a bolshevik state, has become a popular place for American couples seeking divorce. Several dissatisfied American couples have obtained handy divorces throught the Yucatan courts after living in the state as residents for one month. The fees are fifty dollars for an uncontested divorce and seventy-five dollars for a contested divorce, with twenty-five dollars for the lawyers' fee in each case. After establishing their residence a married couple need only appear before the court and assert that they are unable to agree or live together, and a divorce will be granted without further question, although the support of their children must be shared equally by the parting parents.
British Missionaries Slain by Chinese Bandits
REV. W. A. WHITESIDE and Rev. F. G. Watt, British missionaries of the Church Missionary society, were shot and killed by bandits when traveling in the Szechwan province, according to dispatches received in Shanghai from Meinchow recently.
Meinchow, from which a report came that two British missionaries had been slain by bandits, is near the center of Szechwan, a province in Western China bordering on Tibet. There are numerous Protestant mission stations in the vicinity of Meinchow.
