 What happened to Les when he held the eyeball from the detective kit?
When he slid under the table containing the drinks, Miss Pringle, who sold millinery, had screamed: "He'll drown!" One out of every three dirty stories started by party attendees had remained unfinished, because each had reminded someone else of another story. The recently developed liquors which affected the bloodstream three times faster had driven away twinges of conscience about untrimmed trees and midnight church services. Mr. Hawkins himself, acting by reflex, attempted to return the portrait to its place until new glass could be obtained. Mr. Hawkins downed the rest of his drink and pulled a batch of keys from his pocket. The twine sprang away from the carton as if it were alive.
 It caused him to leave black finger-marks on everything he touched.
 It caused him to leave black finger-marks on everything he touched.  It left his hands sticky even after repeatedly washing.  It burned his hands.  His hands started to turn bright green.