It won't do to make
mistakes and go curing him accidentally."
"I suppose," said the Major bitterly, "that you'll employ Sabina
Gallagher to make the wedding-cake. She might begin the poisoning."
"Certainly not," said Meldon. "Sabina couldn't make a wedding-cake,
and in any case Simpkins won't eat enough of his own wedding-cake to do
him any harm, whatever it's made of. If you were accustomed to
weddings, Major, you'd know that the whole cake is invariably eaten by
the postoffice officials--a most deserving class, whom nobody wants to
poison. Besides, in a case like this, it will be better to avoid all
publicity and show. It wouldn't do to have the newspapers getting hold
of the fact that Mrs. Lorimer is being married again so soon. There'd
be paragraphs, and the suspicions of Simpkins would be excited. On the
whole, I don't think we'll have a wedding cake, or bridesmaids, or
anything of that sort. But you can be best man if you like."
"I know you don't mean a word you're saying, J. J., and that you won't
really do anything."
"Wait and see."
"But if I thought you meant to cause Miss King the slightest uneasiness
or discomfort, I should simply turn you straight out of my house.
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