Miss Verity has never been particularly interested in babies–she’s got nothing against them, and thinks they’re pretty to look at; she just prefers the company of older children and adults–and therefore has only a passing familiarity with the care and feeding of the little dears.
Nevertheless, she does know one ought not to feed them arsenic. Food adulteration being one of the ghastlier aspects of Victorian life, she’d prefer not to see it revived. There are undoubtedly many people to whom one feels tempted to administer arsenic, but babies ought never to be among them.
My dear Mademoiselle,
There are a score or so of troublesome Nazis to whom a dose of arsenic would be like a breath of fresh air. Might I presume to pay your passage to Casablanca (first-class, of course!) for the privilege of dosing them?
Please RSVP in care of my aide-de-camp, Lt. Guillaume Casselle…
Louis.