That's what it is."
"As it happens, I am doing nothing of the sort. I have been working
exactly this way for twelve years."
"Then all the bigger is the overdue bill nature's got against you, and
when she does hit you she'll hit to kill. Where'll your mind and your
studies be when we've planted your body down under the sod?"
Mr. Queed made no reply. After a moment, preparing to rise, he said: "I
am obliged to you for that drink. It is rather remarkable--"
"Headache all gone, hey?"
"Almost entirely. I wish you would give me the name of the medicine. I
will make a memorandum--"
"Nix," said Klinker.
"Nix? Nux I have heard of, but ..."
"Hold on," laughed Klinker, as he saw Queed preparing to enter Nix in
his note-book. "That ain't the name of it, and I ain't going to give it
to you. Why, that slop only covers up the trouble, Doc--does more harm
than good in the long run. You got to go deeper and take away the cause.
Come back here and I'll show you your real medicine."
"I'm afraid--"
"Aw, don't flash that open-faced clock of yours on me. That's your
trouble, Doc--matching seconds against your studies.
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