In charging the magnes microcosmi, the motive of the purchaser had always to be taken into account. If the love charm were wanted by a woman--a housekeeper may be, who desired some rich old man to fall in love with her, in order that she might come into his property; or by a woman--a companion probably--who, having wormed herself into the confidence of some eccentric old lady, was anxious that that lady should leave her all her money--Hamar took care that the magnes microcosmi should be charged with a lasting infatuation; and the sale of this love spell--the spell that was sought solely that the purchaser might inherit property to which he (or she) had no claim--far exceeded the sale of any other spell. Indeed, it was extraordinary how many people--people one would never have suspected--desired spells that would do other people harm. Lady De Greene, the well-known humanitarian, who was most indefatigable in getting up petitions to the Home Secretary, whenever the perpetrator of any particularly heinous and inexcusable murder was about to be hanged, and who was universally acknowledged "incapable of harming a fly," called, surreptitiously, on Hamar. "I understand," she said, "everything you do here is in strict confidence!" "Certainly, madam, certainly!" Hamar said. "We make it a point of honour to divulge--nothing!" "That being so," Lady De Greene observed, "I want you to tell me of a spell that will hasten some very obnoxious person's death." "If you will give me a rough idea of their personal appearance," Hamar said, "I will make a wax image of them, and undertake they will trouble you no longer." But Lady De Greene shook her head. She had no desire to commit herself. "Can't you do it in any other way," she said, "can't you let me give them an unlucky charm--the sort of thing that might bring about a taxi disaster?" Hamar thought for a moment and then--smiled. "Yes!" he said, "I think I can accommodate you." Leaving her for a few minutes, he went to the laboratory, and from a tin box marked homicidal lunatic, he took a plain, gold ring. With this he returned to Lady De Greene, murmuring on the way the prayer he had learned from the table. "Here you are," he said handing the ring to Lady De Greene, "give it to the person you have mentioned to me--and the result you desire will speedily come to pass." Three days later, London was immeasurably shocked. It read in the papers that the highly accomplished Lady De Greene, beloved and respected by all, for the strenuous exertions on behalf of humanitarianism, had been barbarously murdered by her husband (from whom--unknown to the public--she had been living apart for years), who had suddenly, and, for no apparent reason, become insane. Hamar, who was immensely tickled, alone knew the reason why.