"Yes, better than usual."
Paul Morton knew that this was the effect of the poison, for it had been referred to in the book.
"I wonder, then, you do not feel better," he said. "I supposed sleep always had a salutary effect."
"It has not had in my case. No, my friend, I feel convinced that I have not many days to live."
"I hope you are wrong. What can I do for you? Shall I not give you your cordial as I did yesterday?"
"Yes, if you like."
Again Paul Morton poured out the cordial, and again, as on the day previous, he filliped into the glass a minute portion of the powder.
The sick man drank it.
"I don't know what it is," he said, "but it does not taste as it used to."