"Now we all know one another," he said, swinging a chair round and sitting
unasked at the table. "You're both very sunburnt and the water here is hard
and will make the skin peel. You had better use some of the cure. I use it
myself every day--see the results."

He passed his hand over his smooth, clean-shaven face, which indeed was as
rosy as a baby's. His piercing eyes contrasted oddly with his chubby, full
lips and rounded chin.

"What cure?" asked Zora, politely.

"What cure?" he echoed, taken aback, "why, my cure. What other cure is
there?"

He turned to Septimus, who stared at him vacantly. Then the incredible
truth began to dawn on him.

"I am Clem Sypher--Friend of Humanity--Sypher's Cure. Now do you know?"

"I'm afraid I'm shockingly ignorant," said Zora.

"So am I," said Septimus.

"Good heavens!" cried Sypher, bringing both hands down on the table,
tragically. "Don't you ever read your advertisements?"

"I'm afraid not," said Zora.

"No," said Septimus.