The Vestibule Limited Mystery — page 101: what you’re looking at

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92 THE VESTIBULE LIMITED MYSTERY. He speaks of the kind fortune that caused such a friend for the suffering man to be near at hand. Iam greatly interested, and ask for the name of the parties. He can only supply that of Robert Hammond, but hints that there must be a warm attachment between the young man and the beauti- fui girl who carried on so in the Pullman sleeper when his condition was discovered. “And how is the young man, doctor—will he re- cover?” I ask, finally—it is really amusing to see the listening Jew bend his head so that he may not lose a sound. : The doctor shakes his head. _ “He is beyond recovery, Mr. Trott.” “What! the young man dead; then it is a ‘Trag- edy of the Limited express,’ I must head it. When did he die, doctor?” “Shortly afier they brought him in,” Ae replies, unblushingly; “after taking sucha dose of deadly poison no man could live. I only wonder he held on to the vital spark so long, sir. A’sad case, truly.” “Ah! we get used to them, doctor, you and J, in our business. We see a good deal of the rough side of life.” “True for you, Mr. Trott. There’s many a case brought into this building piteous enough to wring a heart of stone. But familiarity breeds contempt, and we must do our duty always.” “Tam a thousand times obliged, doctor.” “Not at all, sir. Always glad to serve members of the press. They are bound to get the news some way and L.do not like to see medical facts distorted, you know.” “Glad to return the favor some day. Good-day, doctor, ” and I bow to him, ~~ -comicbool cS co mn