It was woorali, and the reason why there was no trace of a weapon was because the blessed thing melted.
Be sure I looked, Doctor, the instant I suspected that woorali had been used.
How could he, indeed, he observed, find the materials for concocting the woorali poison into which to dip the point of his darts?
woorali is extremely volatile, for one thing, and evaporates rapidly.
M. Thiercelin, the inventor of this poison, composes it by mixing a salt of strychnine with one-twentieth of woorali.
The first was composed of several bunches of the woorali vine; another was a root with a sharp, bitter taste.