Medicine: Sin No More!

Up the steps of an old brownstone house in lower Manhattan marched a businesslike group of ten men. One of them rang the bell. From inside the house, Dr. Nathaniel Collins took one look, leaped through a window, climbed over a fence, and scrambled into a neighbor's cellar. At the doctor's alarm, three women in nightgowns ran screaming into the hall, trying to find the fire escape. It was obvious to everybody that the house was raided.

The dapper doctor was found crouching behind a furnace, the women were led back to bed. With...

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