“Nor do I think you need now, in the case of so young a boy,” said Thrush earnestly. “On the other hand, I shouldn’t be surprised if his asthma were to prove his best friend.”
“It owes him something!”
“Do you know what he does for it?”
“Yes, I do,” said Mr. Upton, remembering the annoying letter he seemed to have received some weeks before. “He smokes, against his doctor’s orders.”
“Do you mean tobacco?”
“No—some stuff for asthma.”
“In cigarettes?”
“Yes.”
“Do you know the name?”
“I have it here.”