1800 March 13

To advance our plans, Sylvia and I stole some poisonous foxglove from a neighbor’s yard. I got a bit of a scare, because Sylvia’s dress got caught on the fence while trying to escape, and the foxglove fell out of her pocket. I scurried down and retrieved it quickly. After retrieving the poison, Sylvia and I plotted to bake the foxglove in bread and poison our enemies. Credence, my sweet brother, you shall be avenged.