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A Continuation of the Reminiscences of John Watson, M.D.

           InthesilenceoftheroomIcouldhearadullhummingandbuzzingnoisewhichproceededfromthesamesource. 

           “Why,”Icried,“youhaveanaorticaneurism!” 

           “That’swhattheycallit,”hesaid,placidly. “IwenttoaDoctorlastweekaboutit,andhetoldmethatitisboundtoburstbeforemanydayspassed. Ithasbeengettingworseforyears. Igotitfromover-exposureandunder-feedingamongtheSaltLakeMountains. I’vedonemyworknow,andIdon’tcarehowsoonIgo,butIshouldliketoleavesomeaccountofthebusinessbehindme. Idon’twanttoberememberedasacommoncut-throat.” 

           TheInspectorandthetwodetectiveshadahurrieddiscussionastotheadvisabilityofallowinghimtotellhisstory. 

           “Doyouconsider,Doctor,thatthereisimmediatedanger?”theformerasked,24 

           “Mostcertainlythereis,”Ianswered. 

           “Inthatcaseitisclearlyourduty,intheinterestsofjustice,totakehisstatement,”saidtheInspector. “Youareatliberty,sir,togiveyouraccount,whichIagainwarnyouwillbetakendown.” 

           “I’llsitdown,withyourleave,”theprisonersaid,suitingtheactiontotheword. “Thisaneurismofminemakesmeeasilytired,andthetusslewehadhalfanhouragohasnotmendedmatters. I’monthebrinkofthegrave,andIamnotlikelytolietoyou. EverywordIsayistheabsolutetruth,andhowyouuseitisamatterofnoconsequencetome.” 

           Withthesewords,JeffersonHopeleanedbackinhischairandbeganthefollowingremarkablestatement. 

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