"I'll have a few doses of this 'Sinner's Friend' with me," he muttered.

"Who knows where I may not need it.

It is the only paralyzer." Seizing a three-ounce flask, he cast aside his blue goggles for a moment as he measured his ingredients.

One by one he carefully added them, until the small bottle was filled with a colorless mixture.
He read the innocent-looking scrawl a last time, and then burned it at a fluttering gas jet.

The words seemed burned in upon his brain.