The Vestibule Limited Mystery — page 100: what you’re looking at

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THE VESTIBULE LIMITED MYSTERY. 91 CHAPTER XII. HOODWINKED. As I expect, the old Jewish doctor is standing near the entrance to the hospital. He has assumed an attitude as though waiting for a street car, upon seeing us approach. We pay no attention to him, and, although he does not look toward us I can see hing start as we speak, and turn his ear directly in our quarter, drinking in every word. “Doctor, I am obliged to you for the informa- tion,” I say, aloud, “it will make me a column of interesting matter, and, you know, we poor devils of newspaper men are paid by the amount of news we furnish. Is there anything more of a striking nature occurring here?” | “There’s the case of the young man who took poison on the New York and Chicago Limited, arriving this A. M.,” he replies. “Ah! tell me ‘about it, please.” I prepare to write, and while he speaks, do suc- ceed in making many hieroglyphics upon my paper, though I imagine it would baffle the most intelligent short-hand correspondent to make head or tail of them. However, they serve the purpose for which they are intended, and deceive the listening doctor. My friend goes on to tell me how the tragic event occurred on board the train, and what caused the Sister of Mercy to have the suffering man brought here, ‘cComicbooks