I allers pick a few in the fall, but I don't make much use of 'em." "Perhaps you've seen a pineal gland," suggested the disgusted Doctor.
"I make 'em," responded Jim.

"I whittle 'em out evenin's, ye know." "If you were in one of these cells," said the Doctor, "I should think you were as mad as a March hare." At this moment the Doctor's attention was called to a few harmless patients who thronged toward him as soon as they learned that he was in the building, begging for medicine; for if there is anything that a pauper takes supreme delight in it is drugs.

Passing along with them to a little lobby, where he could inspect them more conveniently, he left Jim behind, as that personage did not prove to be so interesting and impressible as he had hoped.

Jim watched him as he moved away, with a quiet chuckle, and then turned to pursue his investigations.

The next cell he encountered held the man he was looking for.