It did not entirely fill the aperture , and he had been looking over it . Feeling for the catch , he found to his fury that it was low down , beyond his reach . To his disordered brain it seemed then that the irritating quality in Peter 's face and figure visibly increased , and he rattled the door and flung himself against it . Was his enemy to escape him after all . But what was that ? The red in his eye had caught sight of Peter 's medicine standing on a ledge within easy reach . He fathomed what it was straightway , and immediately he knew that the sleeper was in his power . Lest he should be taken alive , Hook always carried about his person a dreadful drug , blended by himself of all the death-dealing rings that had come into his possession . These he had boiled down into a yellow liquid quite unknown to science , which was probably the most virulent poison in existence . Five drops of this he now added to Peter 's cup . His hand shook , but it was in exultation rather than in shame . As he did it he avoided glancing at the sleeper , but not lest pity should unnerve him ; merely to avoid spilling . Then one long gloating look he cast upon his victim , and turning , wormed his way with difficulty up the tree . As he emerged at the top he looked the very spirit of evil breaking from its hole . Donning his hat at its most rakish angle , he wound his cloak around him , holding one end in front as if to conceal his person from the night , of which it was the blackest part , and muttering strangely to himself stole away through the trees . Peter slept on . The light guttered and went out , leaving the tenement in darkness ; but still he slept . It must have been not less than ten o'clock by the crocodile , when he suddenly sat up in his bed , wakened by he knew not what . It was a soft cautious tapping on the door of his tree . Soft and cautious , but in that stillness it was sinister .
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