Porter: All ready.
Dr. Walters: You know, Porter, we can buy such things made up, if you prefer.
Porter: No, sir, I’ve plenty of time—no complaint on that score. I was brought up to percolate my own paregoric and roll my own pills.
Dr. Walters: By the way, Porter—this is serious—I’ve been looking into the matter of that missing alcohol; there’s more of it gone.
Porter: Is that so, doctor?
Dr. Walters: Is there anybody you suspect?
Porter: Well, you know how it is in a prison, there are many men who might take alcohol; but there’s no one I have any reason to name.
Dr. Walters: Well, it has certainly got to be stopped. I don’t like the job of playing detective, but some one has to do it. I’ll slip a little drug into the alcohol, and make somebody mighty sick.
Porter: I’ll do my best to watch, doctor; but you know I’m not here all the time.
Dr. Walters: I have an interesting dissection to do this evening. If there are any calls, you might go for me.