“Morphia.”

“Was a failure last time. Peter, think, won’t you think? Couldn’t you give me anything? Isn’t there any drug? You are fond of drugs, learned in them. Isn’t there any drug that would put me out of my misery?”

He listened and she pressed him.

“Think, think.”

“Of course there are drugs.”

“But the drug.”

“There’s hyoscine....”

“Tell me the effect of that?”

“It depends how it is given ... what it is given for.”

“For forgetfulness?”