some water in it. (CARVE obeys.) Now, hold it.

CARVE. (Indicating syringe.) What is this device? PASCOE. This device?
I'm going to get some strychnine into him by injection. Steady with that
cup, now!

(Pascoe drops a tablet into the syringe and screws it up again,
draws a little water up into the syringe and shakes the syringe.
Then he goes to SHAWN to make the injection, on the top side of
the patient's forearm. CARVE still holds the cup out
mechanically.)

PASCOE. I've done with that cup.

CARVE. (Putting the cup down.) Might I ask what's the matter with him?

PASCOE. Pneumonia is the matter.

(Noise of some one in the hall.)

CARVE. (Startled.) Surely that's some one in the hall.

PASCOE. Keep perfectly calm, my man. It's my assistant. I left the door
open on purpose for him. He's got the poultice and things. (In a loud
voice as he finishes the injection.) Come along, come along there. This
way.

(Enter EDWARD HORNING with poultice, lint, bandages, etc.)
PASCOE. Found the antiphlogistine?