The Vestibule Limited Mystery — page 97: what you’re looking at

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88 THE VESTIBULE LIMITED MYSTERY. Together we leave the room, passing through the dormitory where a number of sufferers lie on cots, and are attended by prim-looking nurses, with black gowns, white aprons, and caps. The doctor leads me to his private room. Accident has thrown a chance in my way, and I do not mean to miss it. , When we are comfortably seated, I begin to tell the doctor the whole story. What he has heard from Miss Hammond has been only a fragment, but it has served to whet his curiosity, and he listens eagerly while I speak. Once or twice he interrupts me to ask some ques- tion. It always concerns the medical part of the affair—how Robert acted—what appearance the wretched animal had after dying from the dose, and such things. When I finish, the doctor bende over and seizes my hand which he squeezes heartily. I could make him wince with my grip, but I forbear, reserving that power for confidence men. “This isa most remarkable case, Mr. Craig, and I am deeply interested. For your sake and also to benefit Robert’s sister, I would be glad to have a hand in it if you powd tell me how I can: be of assistance.” I take him up on the:spot, as it has always been a motto of mine to strike while the iron is hot. “There is a chance for you to help us now, doctor.” “State it, please.” “You remember my speaking about a man calling himself Doctor Samuels?” ‘“ Yes. 99 “He is outside the door.” _ “The rascal! What does he want?” ~ -comicbooks.co nm Os whe >... A ie ; : ~ ey ee “4 aa ‘ | aie fee Ama gM pa ee, Ee | ip” dee © ~* TRIE . at " ; : y ‘ i Lae > on POR Kee ip mt a } rie Pree area ae « 3 pie yrs vy a ~~ Tete eet. it oo ie <paa. 2st eee. A eee ype aa nal zl Fg er, Mite Sh”