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On the Quiet Industry of Arsenic
There is a shop on the Strand, in 1847, where a woman may purchase enough white powder to kill her husband three times over, and the clerk will wrap it in brown paper and wish her a pleasant afternoon. They called it inheritance powder, and the Victorians bought it by the pound. Let me tell you about Mary Ann Cotton…
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