"Well, I shan't either," said the other hopelessly. "I've forgotten how to sleep!"
"Wait till I learn you!" said Raffles, and went into the inner room and lit it up.
"I'm terribly sorry about it all," whispered young Garland, turning to me as though we were old friends now.
"And I'm sorry for you," said I from my heart. "I know what it is."
Garland was still staring when Raffles returned with a tiny bottle from which he was shaking little round black things into his left palm.
"Clean sheets yawning for you, Teddy," said he. "And now take two of these, and one more spot of whisky, and you'll be asleep in ten minutes."
"What are they?"
"Somnol. The latest thing out, and quite the best."
"But won't they give me a frightful head?"
"Not a bit of it; you'll be as right as rain ten minutes after you wake up. And you needn't leave this before eleven to-morrow morning, because you don't want a knock at the nets, do you?"