“Yes, poor fellow, I will watch him myself this night; for if he happened to die before Greatrakes comes to-morrow, what an affliction would it not be to the family, and especially to myself, who love him so well.  Yes, in order to sustain and support him, I will watch him and act as his nurse this night.”

There was, however, such an expression on his countenance as could not be mistaken even by a common observer, much less by such an acute one as Barney Casey, who had his eye upon him for such a length of time!  His countenance, Barney saw plainly, was as dark as hell, and seemed to catch its inspiration from that damnable region.

“Barney,” said he, “I shall watch the sick bed, and nurse my brother Charles tonight, in order, if possible, to sustain him until Greatrakes cures him to-morrow.”

“Ah, it’s you that is the affectionate brother,” replied Barney, who had read deliberate murder in his countenance.  “But,” he exclaimed, after Woodward had gone, “if you watch him this night, I will watch you.  You know now that he stands between you and your mother’s property, and you will put him out of the way if you can.  Yes, I will watch you well this night.”

The minute poisoned doses which he had contrived to administer to his brother were always followed by an excessive thirst.  Now, Barney had, as we have often said, strong suspicions; but on this occasion he was determined to place himself in a position from which he could watch every movement of Woodward without being suspected himself.  His usual sleeping place was in a low gallery below stairs; but it so happened that there was a closet beside Charles’s bed in which there was neither bed nor furniture of any kind, with the exception of a single chair.  The door between them had, as is usual, two panes of glass in; it, through which any person in the dark could see what happened in the room in which Charles slept.

Barney locked the door on the inside, and it was well that he did so, for in a short time Woodward came in, with a guilty and a stealthy pace, and having looked, like a murderer, about the room, he approached the closet door and tried to open it; but finding that it was locked his apprehensions vanished, and he deliberately, on seeing that his brother was asleep, took a bottle out of his pocket, and having poured about a wine-glassful of the poison into the small jug which contained the usual drink of the patient, he left the room, satisfied that, as soon as his brother awoke, he would take the deadly draught.  When he departed, Barney came out, and having substituted another for it—­for there was a variety of potions on the sick table—­he, too, stealthily descended the stairs, and going to the dog-kennel deliberately administered the pernicious draught to the dog which Woodward had insisted was unwell.  He happily escaped all observation, and accomplished his plan without either notice or suspicion.  He stayed in the kennel in order to watch the effects of the potion upon the dog, who died in the course of about fifteen minutes after having received it.