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Chapter 6: The Hospital, 1920-2
He came back to consciousness to a dry voice saying, “Please help lift him, if you would, Mr. Bishop. He is quite a large young man and my nurses could do with a little help.” He opened his eyes and found himself lying on the floor, surrounded by a concerned circle of eyes. Two nurses, very young. A caretaker of some kind. And the matron. She looked both disapproving and concerned. “Detective, what happened?” It was a struggle to sit up, but he managed it and then got to standing. “Where’s my lamp?” “Here, sir, on the floor. It looks like you tripped and smashed it.” One of the young nurses pointed, dove grey uniform and white headgear reflecting the light. “No! There was a man here—he went for me and I struck out with the lamp…the last thing I remember is him beating the flames off him
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