"I don't know what may happen, and you must not be defrauded.

Anyhow, here's something on account;" and I put a twenty-pound note in his hand.
He smiled as he looked at it, while I took my hat, and stated my intention to start for Turin at once.
"Beggin' yer pardon," said Simon, "but this 'ere waccination business is awfully wearyin', and I should like to--that is--" "The very thing," I replied, anticipating his request.

"You shall go with me." Half-an-hour later, we were at Gower Street, making preparations for our journey to Turin--Simon calm and collected, I feverish and excited..