“Number 43 is no better, Doctor,” said the head-warder, in a slightly reproachful accent, looking in round the corner of my door. “He’s a walking drug-shop,” said I. “He has the whole British pharmacopœia inside him. I believe his tubes are as sound as yours are.”…
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