A TRUE COLONIAL STORY. Broadhurst’s store was closed, but the little back room looked very comfortable that night. The fire cast a ruddy glow on ceiling and walls, reflecting itself cheerily on the polished flasks and shot-guns which adorned them. Yet a gloom rested on the two men who sat at either side of the […]
“Number 43 is no better, Doctor,” said the head-warder, in a slightly reproachful accent, looking in round the corner of my door. “Confound 43!” I responded from behind the pages of the Australian Sketcher. “And 61 says his tubes are paining him. Couldn’t you do anything for him?” “He’s a walking drug-shop,” said I. “He
‘My Friend the Murderer’ is a short story by Sherlock Holmes creator Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Our narrator is a doctor who works at an Australian prison. The doctor is urged to take some time to speak to inmate 82, a man named Maloney whose villainous reputation precedes him. As the doctor gets to know
