"It would have burnt your inside up and curled you into a knot. Yes, it would have hurt a bit."
Mr Harris shook his head.
"It vos Isaac drove me to it. I felt I couldn't stand that velp no longer--'e drove me to it."
Mr Harris looked very bleared. He had swallowed half a pint of neat spirit, and the room seemed to be going round him.
"Well," said Jim, "you may thank your stars that wasn't prussic acid. When you feel better, get along home and turn into bed."
"I vill, doctor, I vill," whined the old Jew; "and I'll pull up--so 'elp me, I vill."
"That's right," said Jim; "now take another nap--it'll do you good."
As Jim turned towards the counter, his eye lighted on a folded piece of paper. Picking it up, he found it to be a note that had been left for him.
It ran:--
mrs murphy's respects and Will the doctor come round to number 8 pine Court to See her baby.