It is a royal secret of the rogue's pharmacy--the best garment for a flitting soul, tasteless and painless.
"Warranted to fit the largest man or the smallest boy," laughed the scoundrel, replacing his goggles, as he fitted a ground-glass stopper tightly to the flask.

"I am not particularly anxious to be caught with this on me.

It would mean two to five years of 'voluntary assistance' to the State at Sing Sing.

But one little well-regulated dose of this soothing charm, and the strongest man drops helpless at my feet." Braun slipped it in an inner pocket, and passed out, with a careless nod to the overjoyed Timmins.

"Remember, Lilienthal is your only adviser.