“Who said so?”
“Dr. Felkin. He never is wrong.”
Challenger snorted.
“Have you seen him lately?” she asked.
“But you wouldn’t recognise him. He is nearly cured.”
“Cured! Cured of diffused sclerosis in a few weeks!”
“Come and see.”
“You want me to aid and abet in some infernal quackery. The next thing, I should see my name on this rascal’s testimonials. I know the breed. If I did come I should probably take him by the collar and throw him down the stair.”
The lady laughed heartily.