Ex-sergeant Frederick George Lee of the Middlesex Hospital, London, is not what you would call a sensitive man. Kind and sympathetic, yes; but army life and hanging around a hospital are scarcely calculated to give one a hair-trigger psyche. And yet, Frederick George Lee has doctors puzzled. They admitted it last week.
He is the Middlesex Hospital's official blood-supply man. Is it an old dodderer from whose veins the tingle of life has ebbed? A young slip of a girl, anaemic, wan, ghosty-eyed? Frederick George Lee bares his flesh, lets his stout heart pump...
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