"Father, does Certina cure Bright's disease?"
"Cure? Why, Boyee, what is a cure?"
"Does it cure it?" insisted Hal.
"Sit down and cool off. You've let that skunk, McQuiggan, get you all excited."
"This began before McQuiggan."
"Then you've been talking to some jealous doctor-crank."
"For God's sake, Father, answer my plain question."
"Why, there's no such thing as an actual cure for Bright's disease."
"Don't you say in the advertisements that Certina will cure it?"
"Oh, advertisements!" returned the quack with an uneasy smile. "Nobody takes an advertisement for gospel."