"He wouldnt have dared put the pills under the rug even if he thought he had time to do so before she came back - the packages were small, but the bulges would still be all too obvious.
His thoughts had turned to Ian again, and he determined that, with no sleeping powder forthcoming, he would simply have to pour whiskey down Ians throat until the poor fellow passed out. But if he got Careless away from the lions, the counsellor would look at the circle again and ask the games other question, one that recalled his current situation clearly to mind again.