Everything else he gets will have more or less paraffin in it, except the butter, and it's to taste of onions.

His bed will be damp, too--horribly damp--with Condy's Fluid." "You'll probably kill the old man," said the Major.
"I don't think so.

He'll leave before it comes to that.

And in any case, I warned him that he'd endanger his life if he came to Doyle's hotel." The dinner was, for the most part, difficult to eat; but the Major, who was really an abstemious man, succeeded in satisfying his appetite with biscuits and cheese; a tumbler of whisky and soda and a glass of port further cheered him.

His anxiety was allayed, for he did not believe that Doyle's cook would venture to poison a judge, even at the request of Meldon.