Above this were the four "Intellectual Levels," on one of which I, as a chemist had my abode.
"Tell the man to drive to a chemist's," he said to Mrs. Vansittart.
"I have heard of no explosion," replied the chemist, evidently bewildered.
His lordship had emerged from the chemist's across the street.
Now he was dreeing his weird, with such assistance as the chemist could afford.