Excerpt: ...on a plate by her bedside? They are Jaffa oranges, and finer fruit, Alice, my dear, I have seldom tasted After that, go to Cavendish Square, and leave this note at the doctor's. Oh, nothing's too good for her growled the jealous woman, thinking of the fruit; to which he replied by offering her several of the oranges not used in his experiment. Bearing these, she withdrew, throwing a spiteful glance and leaving the door unshut, so that her master distinctly heard her open Margaret's door, come out again, and finally leave the house. Now, I'll give her a quarter of an hour to waken, said Mr. Cranley, and he took from his pocket a fresh copy of the Times. He glanced rather anxiously at the second column of the outer sheet Still advertising for him, he said to himself; and he then turned to the sporting news. His calmness was extraordinary, but natural in him; for the reaction of terror at the possible detection of his villainy had not yet come on. When he had read all that interested him in the Times, he looked hastily at his watch. Just twenty minutes gone, he said. Time she wakened