You're
to sprinkle the lime on the floor of the judge's bedroom, and to damp
the sheets on his bed with a solution of Condy's Fluid. O'Donoghue
will give you exact directions about the quantities."
"And what would that be for?"
"The judge wants it done," said Meldon, "and that ought to be enough
for you."
"I was reading a bit in the paper one day about what they call the
Christian Science. I suppose, now, he'll be one of them?"
"No," said Meldon. "He's not. If you'd read a little more carefully
you'd have understood that no Christian Scientist would walk on the
same side of the street as a bottle of Condy's Fluid. The principal
article of their creed is that there are no such things as germs,
consequently it's mere waste of time trying to kill them. And as
Condy's Fluid exists chiefly for the purpose of killing germs, it
strikes the Christian Scientist as an immoral compound. I don't know
exactly what religion your judge professes, but one thing is clear from
his insisting on Condy's Fluid, he's not a Christian Scientist."
"It's as well he's not," said Doyle. "What I say, and always did say,
is this: The Catholic religion is the right religion, meaning no
offence to you, Mr.
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