"Well, I'd like to do something for you in return for what you did for my son."
"Would you? Pay me in words, then, if you will and dare. What is your Vitalizing Mixture?"
"That's my secret."
"Liquor? Eh?"
"Some."
"Morphine?"
"A little."
"And the rest syrup and coloring matter, I suppose. A fine vitalizer!"
"It gets the money," retorted the other.
"And your soothing, balmy oils for cancer? Arsenious acid, I suppose, to eat it out?"