To ease his foot Sypher put on an evening slipper and hobbled downstairs.
The traveler told a depressing tale.

Jebusa Jones had got in everywhere and was underselling the Cure.

A new German skin remedy had insidiously crept on to the market.

Wholesale houses wanted impossible discounts, and retail chemists could not be inveigled into placing any but the most insignificant orders.

He gave dismaying details, terribly anxious all the while lest his chief should attribute to his incompetence the growing unpopularity of the Cure.