“Oh, don’t be stupid! The castor-oil Dr. D gave you a day after you turned up here; the basis of our system of treatment.”
“I have had only pills.”
“Nonsense! Dr. D, what day did this man have his purge?”
“I prescribed it last Monday,” yawned the assistant.
“Of course. Now....”
“But I assure you I have yet to know the taste of castor-oil.”
“Who gave him the oil?” the doctor flung over a shoulder.
“Señorita ——,” replied the subordinate, naming the Peruvian nurse.
She chanced to pass the door in fetching street-garb a moment later, and was called in to confirm the statement.
“Ah, es verdad!” she lisped, in her beautiful nonchalance, “Me olvidé—I forgot,” and with a bewitching smile at the physicians she hurried away to her daytime engagements.