The third time is the charm. Not your kind of charm, Mex, but one that acts quicker." "What charm?" asked Mex, who had gone behind the bar, and was busy with bottles and cups. She decanted some drops into a flask. "What charm! Copper-cheeks! You don't recollect how I dosed Pepillo that night!" "Yes, that night me save your life. Me your wife then! Me kill dandy?" Palafox chuckled at the question.