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Conan Doyle -Number 481 is no better, doctor,- said the head-warder, in a slightly reproachful accent, looking in round the corner of my door. -Confound 481- I responded from behind the pages of the _Australian Sketcher_. -And 61 says his tubes are paining him.
Couldn’t you do anything for him?- -He is a walking drug-shop,- said I.
-He has the whole British pharmacopa inside him.
I believe his tubes are as sound as yours are.- -Then there’s 7 and 108, they are chronic,- continued the warder, glancing down a blue slip of paper.
-And 28 knocked off work yesterday--said lifting things gave him a stitch in the side.
I want you to have a look at him, if you don’t mind, doctor.
There’s 81, too--him that killed John Adamson in the Corinthian brig--he’s been carrying on awful in the night, shrieking and yelling, he has, and no stopping him either.- -All right, I’ll have a look at him afterward,- I said, tossing my paper carelessly aside, and pouring myself out a cup of coffee.
-Nothing else to report, I suppose, warder?- The official protruded his head a little further into the room.
-Beg pardon, doctor,- he said, in a confidential tone, -but I notice as 82 has a bit of a cold, and it would be a good excuse for you to visit him and have a chat, maybe.- The cup of coffee was arrested half-way to my lips as I stared in amazement at the man’s ser...





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