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A Continuation of the Reminiscences of John Watson, M.D.
ThisfellowhadDrebberbythecollar,andwhentheycametotheheadofthestepshegavehimashoveandakickwhichsenthimhalfacrosstheroad. ‘Youhound,’hecried,shakinghisstickathim;‘I’llteachyoutoinsultanhonestgirl!’ HewassohotthatIthinkhewouldhavethrashedDrebberwithhiscudgel,onlythatthecurstaggeredawaydowntheroadasfastashislegswouldcarryhim. Heranasfarasthecorner,andthen,seeingmycab,hehailedmeandjumpedin. ‘DrivemetoHalliday’sPrivateHotel,’saidhe.
“WhenIhadhimfairlyinsidemycab,myheartjumpedsowithjoythatIfearedlestatthislastmomentmyaneurismmightgowrong. Idrovealongslowly,weighinginmyownmindwhatitwasbesttodo. Imighttakehimrightoutintothecountry,andthereinsomedesertedlanehavemylastinterviewwithhim. Ihadalmostdecideduponthis,whenhesolvedtheproblemforme. Thecrazefordrinkhadseizedhimagain,andheorderedmetopullupoutsideaginpalace.Hewentin,leavingwordthatIshouldwaitforhim. Thereheremaineduntilclosingtime,andwhenhecameouthewassofargonethatIknewthegamewasinmyownhands.
“Don’timaginethatIintendedtokillhimincoldblood. ItwouldonlyhavebeenrigidjusticeifIhaddoneso,butIcouldnotbringmyselftodoit. Ihadlongdeterminedthatheshouldhaveashowforhislifeifhechosetotakeadvantageofit.
