"The kind you make money out of with your Relief Pills."
"Milly! Milly!" cried the quack, in honest distress. "I wouldn't have believed it of you."
"Yes: it's terrible, isn't it!" mocked the girl. "What are you going to do about it? It's up to you."
"Up to me?" queried the Doctor, bracing himself for what was coming.
"Don't you promise, with your Relief Pills to get women out of trouble?"
Dr. Surtaine's breath came a little easier. Perhaps she was not going to force the issue upon him by mentioning Hal. If this were diplomacy, he would play the game.
"Certainly not! Certainly not!" he protested with a scandalized air. "We've never made such a claim. It would be against the law."
"Look at this." She held up in her left hand a clipping, showing a line-cut of a smiling woman, over the caption "A Happy Lady"; and announcing in wide print, "Every form of suppression relieved. The most obstinate cases yield at once. Thousands of once desperate women bless the name of Relief Pills."
"I don't want to look at it," said the Doctor.
"No, I guess you don't! It's from the 'Clarion,' that clipping. And the Neverfail Company that makes the fake abortion pills is you."