there's something else, another little matter, upon which I'm wanting to consult you. Ahem. The fact is— Well— I happen to be in a slight difficulty, and you can help me out."
Redwood raised his eyebrows and was secretly glad.
"The matter is—highly confidential."
"Go on," said Redwood. "Don't worry about that."
"I have recently been intrusted with a child—the child of—of an Exalted Personage."
Winkles coughed.
"You're getting on," said Redwood.
"I must confess it's largely your powders—and the reputation of my success with your little boy— There is, I cannot disguise, a strong feeling against its use. And yet I find that among the more intelligent— One must go quietly in these things, you know—little by little. Still, in the case of Her Serene High—I mean this new little patient of mine. As a matter of fact—the suggestion came from the parent. Or I should never———"
He struck Redwood as being embarrassed.
"I thought you had a doubt of the advisability of using these powders," said Redwood.
"Merely a passing doubt."
"You don't propose to discontinue———"
"In the case of your little boy? Certainly not!"
"So far as I can see, it would be murder."
"I wouldn't do it for the world."
"You shall have the powders," said Redwood.
"I suppose you couldn't———"
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