"Humph! Only a woman would give such silly advice. If you're ill, come to me like Spolger, and I'll cure you, but don't touch his medicine."
"Is it dangerous?"
"Not very. The pills are only bread, gum, and morphia."
"Morphia?"
"Yes; small quantity, of course. Not like that pill you gave me to analyse the other day. Good heavens!" exclaimed Japix, as a sudden idea struck him, "what do you mean?"
"I'll tell you to-night."
"When you come to dinner?"
"Yes; can I bring Axton with me?"
"By all means. Good day!"
"Good day!" replied Fanks, and darted back to his cab, where he found Roger awaiting him.