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Doyle, Arthur Conan, Sir, 1859-1930

"The Stark Munro Letters"


Eh, what? laddie, you'd go yourself. That's my principle
here. I often come in of a morning and send them all
about their business, tell them I'm going off to the
country for a day. I turn away forty pounds, and it's
worth four hundred as an advertisement!"
"But I understood from the plate that the
consultations were gratis."
"So they are, but they have to pay for the medicine.
And if a patient wishes to come out of turn he has to pay
half-a-guinea for the privilege. There are generally
about twenty every day who would rather pay that than
wait several hours. But, mind you, Munro, don't you make
any mistake about this! All this would go for nothing if
you had not something, slid behind--I cure them. That's
the point. I take cases that others have despaired of,
and I cure them right off. All the rest is only to bring
them here. But once here I keep them on my merits. It
would all be a flash in the pan but for that. Now,
come along and see Hetty's department."
We walked down the passage to the other room. It was
elaborately fitted up as a dispensary, and there with a
chic little apron Mrs. Cullingworth was busy making up
pills. With her sleeves turned up and a litter of
glasses and bottles all round her, she was laughing away
like a little child among its toys.
"The best dispenser in the world!" cried
Cullingworth, patting her on the shoulder. "You see how
I do it, Munro.


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