This story might explain why I'm still a bachelor. Although I've never dated sisters, I have dated best friends. However they were both bad luck. Perhaps if they'd had gold in possession I might have been moved to more radical actions.

A nice example in this story how ignorant superstition can sound plausible when told with a straight face. A nice, horrible example. And unfortunately the example given of the scientific method is woefully mangled and incomplete. Still I accept it all in the spirit of RMT.

Witch burning is out of fashion at present. But not irrational witch hunts. (Of course in this tale the witch[s] are real.) So the well-meaning murderers get their comupance and we are left with a truly mixed ending, as in many of the RMT canon. Ah, for the good old days .