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CHAPTER XIV.
PAULUS ANDROCYDES BEHOLDS THE WONDERS OF THE
MODERN MEDICAL LABORATORY, AND ATHOTHIS INSISTS
THAT THE TRIBE OF MORTAL FOOLS, INSTEAD OF
BECOMING EXTINCT, HAS MULTIPLIED.
SCENT the odor of medicine!" cried Atho-
this, as the two spirits spun through the air.
" Ah ! here is a place of safety." And these
words had scarcely fallen from his spiritual
lips, than they passed into a magnificent stone-front
building.
" What have we here ?" demanded Paulus Androcydes,
glancing about in intense curiosity.
" I should judge we are in a modern medical labora-
tory," replied Athothis. "And observing the enor-
mous tanks and retorts, filled with strange mixtures, I
am led to believe that the owner of this mammoth estab-
lishment hath an immense number of patients. There
are enough tinctures, extracts, elixirs, syrups, and pills
to slay an army. This is the wholesale medical com-
pounding business."
" Great heavens !" exclaimed Paulus Androcydes, in
alarm. " Have we escaped the dangers of green-apple
pie in order to undergo the perils of patent medicine ?
Quick ! my Egyptian friend ! Let us fly from this den of
knavish quacks; for should my professional confreres
learn that I have merely visited here, I should probably
be expelled from the Philautian Medical Society, of
which I am, at present, an honorable member."
