“Old Reston’s: the two blue pills. Then I shall pitch the bottle of horrible draught overboard. I don’t care what becomes of that so long as it sinks to the bottom.”
“Oh, I see plainly enough now,” said Murray.
“And pretty well time, my boy! Wasn’t it a capital idea?”
“No,” said Murray bluntly. “Stupid, I say.”
“Not it, old chap. Don’t you see that it is liver medicine?”
“I suppose so.”
“Well, sharks have livers. They fish for them in the Mediterranean, take out the livers, and boil them down to sell for cod liver oil.”
“Then that’s a lie,” said Murray. “Perhaps it’s being a lie made you think of it.”
“Why?”
“Because you’ll have to tell the doctor a lie when he asks you if you took the medicine.”