Handsome young Dr. Lawrence W. Leslie sat down at the desk in his Chicago living room and began to write: "To the coronerDear Sir." It was late at night. The 33-year-old doctor had been through a harrowing evening, but he wrote neatly and methodically. As far as his friends knew, he was that kind of man. He had just finished serving two years in the Air Forceto which he had been called after finishing his internshipand had been in Chicago for less than three months, but his North Side apartment neighbors had noted his easy courtesy, and how happy...
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