Dead Men Tell No Tales

I declare, in spite of all. He brought me two little vials, put one on the chimney-piece, poured the other into my tumbler, and added a little water.

“There, old fellow,” said he; “swallow that, and if you don’t get some sleep the chemist who made it up is the greatest liar unhung.”

“What is it?’ I asked, the glass in my hand, and my eyes on those of my companion.

“I don’t know,” said he. “I just told them to make up the strongest sleeping-draught that was safe,


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I declare, in spite of all. He brought me two little vials, put one on the chimney-piece, poured the other into my tumbler, and added a little water.

“There, old fellow,” said he; “swallow that, and if you don’t get some sleep the chemist who made it up is the greatest liar unhung.”

“What is it?’ I asked, the glass in my hand, and my eyes on those of my companion.

“I don’t know,” said he. “I just told them to make up the strongest sleeping-draught that was safe,


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