“Ah-h-h!” he crowed, wiping his mouth. “I feel a bit better now.”
A pause. Presently he asked:—
“Have you made that up yet?”
“What, sir?” asked the chemist.
“Why that stuff—the castor-oil I ordered.”
“You’ve had it, sir.”
“Had it ! Wotty mean?”
“I gave it you in the lemonade, sir.”
“Great Scotland Yard !” exclaimed the customer. “I didn’t want it for myself—I’m going to be married in half an hour!”