eight A.M.
`` My head feels like a stuffed sausage . A little more , and I wo n't know whether I 'm a nitrous sulphide or a ferrous oxide of bromo seltzer . Let 's take the rest in another dose . '' Rowley chuckles and agrees to call it a day , I did n't let on anything at the office next morning ; but by eight A.M. I was planted at the roll-top with my elbows squared , tryin ' to write out as much of that chemistry dope as I could remember . And it 's surprising ai n't it , what a lot of information you can sop up when you do the sponge act in earnest ? I found there was a lot of points , though , that I was foggy on ; so I makes an early getaway and puts in another long session with Rowley . And , take it from me , by Tuesday I was well loaded .