I have not the disease.

Nor, if there be any certainty in medicine, shall have it." The Syndic, alas for human nature, could have struck him in the face! "You have it not ?" he snarled.

"You have it not ?" And then regaining control of himself, "I suppose I ought," with a forced and ghastly smile, "to felicitate you on your escape." "Rather to felicitate yourself," Basterga answered.

"Or so I had hoped two days ago." "Myself ?" "Yes," Basterga replied lightly.

"For as soon as I found that I had no need of the _remedium_, I thought of you.