In the midst of his ruefulness the doctor, a capable-looking man of five and thirty, entered the room.

He examined the heel and ankle with professional scrutiny.

Then he raised his head.
"Have you been treating it in any way ?" "Yes," said Sypher, "with the Cure." "What Cure ?" "Why, Sypher's Cure." The doctor brought his hand down on the edge of the footboard of the bed, with a gesture of impatience.
"Why on earth do people treat themselves with quack remedies they know nothing about ?" "Quack remedies!" cried Sypher.
"Of course.

They're all pestilential, and if I had my way I'd have them stacked in the market place and burned by the common hangman.

But the most pestilential of the lot is Sypher's Cure.