"There is undoubtedly organic disease of the heart, and other complications that I have not time now to investigate. I have the totality of symptoms before us, and I have found the remedy that covers them precisely." He read to the Count each symptom, and showed how exactly they were covered by the drug. Some degree of explanation of this was made the native physicians, but it was evidently something new to them which they did not at all comprehend. "And now let us hasten to administer a dose of this drug." They returned to the sick chamber. Dr. Jones from a small case vial dropped a single minim into a teaspoon and wiped it off upon her tongue. It seemed so simple and wholly inadequate a thing to do in this very urgent affair, that the Count and the two medical men could not repress their smiles. But the Doctor said, "Wait and you shall see the glory of God." Not more than three minutes later, the royal patient, who was sitting perfectly erect, eyes closed, suddenly threw up her hands and cried out in the Russian tongue, "My God! What have you given me? I'm drunk!" and fell back upon her pillow as if shot. She almost immediately began snoring as if sound asleep. The Prince, Count, and two physicians sprang forward in great alarm, and were about to raise her to her former sitting posture. But Doctor Jones said commandingly, "Let her alone! Do not touch her!" "But she is dying!" cried Count Icanovich. "No, my dear Count, she is sleeping beautifully. To awaken her now would be fatal. I wish all to leave the room but her nurse." Several moments later the Doctor followed them to the parlor. The Count was greatly agitated, and stepped up to him immediately as he entered. "How is she now, Doctor?" "Sleeping as peacefully as a child." "And is it a natural, healthful sleep?" "Perfectly so." "Doctor, you have conquered my last prejudice. The modus operandi of the action of your infinitesimals I shall never comprehend. But that they do operate, immediately, powerfully, and beneficently, I can no longer doubt. Now please let me see the vial from which you poured the wonderful drop that you gave Her Highness." The Doctor complied, and the Count held the tiny vial to the light and read the label, "Cinchona Officinalis, 30x." The Prince also took the vial into his hand, looked at it with curiosity, and made a remark to the Count. "His Highness suggests that this must be a poison of fearful power," said the Count to Dr. Jones. "Please say to him that it is not a poison in any sense of the word. I could swallow every drop of it with perfect impunity," replied Dr. Jones.