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I never could quite understand how Tom Hopkins came to make that blunder, for he had been through a whole term at a medical college -- before he inherited his aunt's fortune -- and had been considered strong in therapeutics.
We had been making a call together that evening, and afterward Tom ran up to my rooms for a pipe and a chat before going on to his own luxurious apartments. I had stepped into the other room for a moment when I heard Tom sing out: