Then he turned slightly in his bed and, stretching forth his hand as though wishing to speak, drew a long, hard breath.
“And—and so—vanishes all my hope—my life,” the stranger managed to sob bitterly in a voice almost inaudible.
Again he sighed—a long-drawn sigh. And then—in the room, now almost dark, reigned a complete silence.
Death had entered there. The man with the secret had passed to that land which lies beyond human ken.
Chapter Two.
Describes the Doctor’s Doings.
Raymond Diamond’s unfortunate deformity had always been against his advancement in his profession.
The only son of old Doctor Diamond, a country practitioner of the old school, in Norfolk, he had had a brilliant career at Edinburgh, and after some years of changeful life as a locum tenens had bought a partnership in a practice on the outskirts of Birmingham.