I went to my medical man. He is an old chum of mine. He said: "Well, what's the matter with you?"
I said: "I will not take up your time, dear boy, with telling you what is the matter with me. Life is short, and you might be dead before I finished. So I will tell you what is not the matter with me. I don't have the housemaid's knee." Then I told him how I had discovered it all.
Then he opened me and looked down me, and held my wrist, and then he hit over my chest when I wasn't expecting it - a cowardly thing to do. After that, he sat down, wrote a prescription and gave it to me, and I put it in my pocket and went out.
I did not open it. I took it to the nearest chemist's and handed it to him. The man read it, and then handed it back.
