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The Seventh Noon

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Donaldson nodded indifferently. "It is a case in point. Theoretically I should have here the innocuous union of three harmless chemicals; as a matter of fact I had occasion to experiment with it and learned that I had innocently produced a vicious and unheard-of poison. The stuff is of no use. It is one of those things a man occasionally stumbles upon in this work,--better forgotten. How do I account for it? I don't. Even in science there is always the unknown element which comes in and plays the devil with results." "But according to your no-waste theory, even this discovery ought to have some use," commented Donaldson with a smile. "Well," drawled the chemist whimsically, "perhaps it has; it makes murder very simple for the laity." "How?" Barstow turned back to his test-tube, relieved that the conversation had taken another turn. "Because of the slowness with which it works. It requires seven days for the system to assimilate it and yet the stomach stubbornly retains
The Bible, King James version, Book 18: Job

Book 18 Job 18:001:001 There was a man in the land of Uz, whose name was Job; and that man was perfect and upright, and one that feared God, and eschewed evil. 18:001:002 And there were born unto him seven sons and three daughters. 18:001:003 His substance also was seven thousand sheep, and three thousand camels, and five hundred yoke of oxen, and five hundred she asses, and a very great household; so that this man was the greatest of all the men of the east. 18:001:004 And his sons went and feasted in their houses, every one his day; and sent and called for their three sisters to eat and to drink with them. 18:001:005 And it was so, when the days of their feasting were gone about, that Job sent and sanctified them, and rose up early in the morning, and offered burnt offerings according to the number of them all: for Job said, It may be that my sons have
it all this while. It is impossible to eliminate it from the body once it is swallowed. It produces no symptoms and leaves no evidence. There is no antidote. In the end it paralyzes the heart--swiftly, silently, surely." Donaldson sat up. "Any pain?" he inquired. "None." Barstow ran his finger over a calendar on the wall. Then he glanced at his watch. "Stay a little while longer and you can see for yourself how it works. I am making a final demonstration of its properties." Barstow stepped into the next room. He was gone five minutes and returned with a scrawny bull terrier scrambling at his heels. The little brute, overjoyed at his release, frisked across the floor, clumsily tumbling over his own feet, and sniffed as an overture of friendship at Donaldson's low shoes. Then wagging his feeble tail he lifted his head and patiently blinked moist eyes awaiting a verdict. The young man stooped and scratched behind its ears, the dog holding his head sideways and pressing against his ankles. He looked like a dog of the streets, but in his eyes there was the dumb appreciation of