He is jest looking at it and shaking.
The perfessor pulls out his watch and lays it on the table.
"It is a quarter past eleven," he says.

"Mr.Murray, are you going to make me shoot you, after all?
I didn't want a scandal," he says.

"It's for you to say whether you want to eat that pill and get your even chance, or whether you want to get shot.

The shooting method is sure, but it causes talk.

These pills won't.