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American Detective Fiction    Prior to July 1891

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  Published in
Ballou’s Dollar Monthly Magazine, July, 1862

 

 

[Original]
The Knotted Handkerchief

by Percy Garrett

  “What! Still poring over your books?” said he.

“Yes,” I replied, “I am trying to master Bayle, but I don’t make much progress.”
 
“I tell you what it is, my dear fellow,” said my friend, good naturedly, “you will make yourself ill. You don’t know how pale you look. Now take my advice, throw your books on one side.”
 
“It’s all very well talking,” I replied; “but I want to perfect myself in pathology, and it is impossible for me to do so without application.”
 
We then entered into a long discussion as to the necessity of an intimate knowledge of pathol­ogy to practice medicine, and ended as these discussions usually do, by neither of us being convinced.
 
“Well, old friend,” said he, “the fact is, you must have some relaxation. I am going home tomorrow for a month. Now I propose you ac­company me. You have no idea how . . .

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    ABOUT ten years ago I was studying medicine in New York. I had been working very hard, having specially devoted my attention for the last six months to pathology. This is a tedious study, demanding the most determined mental attention. I threw myself into it with all the ardor of youth, and consequently at the end of six months I had completely exhausted my mental energies.

One day I was sitting listlessly in my room endeavoring to master Bayle’s “Recherches Phthisie Pulmonaire,” but I could not comprehend what I was reading; my thoughts unbidden reverted back to my own home, and it rose up in all its neatness and charms before my mental vision. My heart yearned to see my family again, and I knew that two more long years must elapse before my wish could be gratified. A sudden knocking at the door interrupted my reverie. At my summons to “come in,” the door opened, and my particular friend Charles Seldon entered the room.

   

 

 

 
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