 How is Joe's asteroid fever cured?
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Planet Stories May 1943. When Harvey staggered pontifically into the battered metalloy saloon—the only one on Planetoid 42—his tall, gangling partner was already stumbling out, mouthing something incoherent. In their hectic voyages from planet to planet, the pair of panacea purveyors had encountered the usual strange life-forms. The interplanetary con-men drank noisily, asked for more, until they had drunk eight glasses. "We purvey that renowned Martian remedy, La-anago Yergis , the formula for which was recently discovered by ourselves in the ancient ruined city of La-anago. Medical science is unanimous in proclaiming this magic medicine the sole panacea in the entire history of therapeutics." Our condenser broke down, and we've gone without water for five ghastly days." He came near starving and moved on to Titan. It's bitter as some kinds of sin before it's purified. "About seventy-five liters, if we go on half rations," he answered. "On account of the quantity, I'm able to quote a bargain price. The planetoid man worked the pump while the mayor intently watched the crude level-gauge, crying "Stop!" when it registered the proper amount. Then Johnson rubbed his thumb on his index finger and wetted his lips expectantly. After giving them directions that would take them to the free-water pool, the ponderous factotum of Planetoid 42 shook hands and headed back to the saloon.
 Nothing does - his sickness was a ruse.
 The La-anago Yergis cures him.  Nothing does - his sickness was a ruse.  The bitter water that Harvey switched in cures him.  The fresh water from the planet cures him.