"
"It'll probably drive Sabina out of her job. Doyle will sack her
to-morrow morning."
"No, he won't. _His_ food won't taste of paraffin."
"In any case she won't do it," said the Major. "No girl would be so
wicked."
"The only thing that will defeat her," said Meldon, "will be the case
of a boiled egg. I don't myself see how she's to manage a boiled egg.
I had to leave that to her own imagination. But she's a smart girl,
and she may hit upon some way of doing it. In any case, the judge can
hardly live entirely on boiled eggs. Everything else he gets will have
more or less paraffin in it, except the butter, and it's to taste of
onions. His bed will be damp, too--horribly damp--with Condy's Fluid."
"You'll probably kill the old man," said the Major.
"I don't think so. He'll leave before it comes to that. And in any
case, I warned him that he'd endanger his life if he came to Doyle's
hotel."
The dinner was, for the most part, difficult to eat; but the Major, who
was really an abstemious man, succeeded in satisfying his appetite with
biscuits and cheese; a tumbler of whisky and soda and a glass of port
further cheered him.
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