Elbow-Room - A Novel Without a Plot by Charles Heber Clark
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"I thought so; the usual effect. You hold it tight while I explain." "What hab you god id that buddle?" asked the major. "That, sir," said the man, "is Barker's Carbolic Disinfecting Door-mat. I am Barker, and this is the mat. I invented it, and it's a big thing." "Is id thad thad smells so thudderig bad?" asked the major, with his nostrils tightly shut. "Yes, sir; smells very strong, but it's a healthy smell. It's invigorating. It braces the system. I'll tell you--" "Gid oud with the blabed thig!" exclaimed the major. "I must tell you all about it first. I called to explain it to you. You see I've been investigating the causes of epidemic diseases. Some scientists think they are spread by molecules in the air; others attribute them to gases generated in the sewers; others hold that they are conveyed by contagion; but I--" "Aid you goig to tague thad idferdal thig away frob here?" asked the major. "But I have discovered that these diseases are spread by the agency of door-mats. Do you understand? Door-mats! And I'll explain to you how it's done. Here's a man who's been in a house where there's disease. He gets it on his boots. The leather is porous, and it becomes |
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