which he desires me to note herein is the morning following the night upon which the emerald known as the Surakarta was taken from the Hotel Tonty, as is reported in the morning papers of today. On my inquiring what need a man apparently in such perfect health could have of a physician, Mr. Hereford—first putting me under seal of professional secrecy—replied that he did not then need a physician's services, but would need them in a few minutes. He then requested me to examine his entire body for evidence of any wound; which I did, finding none—not even the slightest abrasion of the skin. Holding his left hand before the brick grate in my consultation room, Mr. Hereford then shot himself through the fleshy part of his left palm; after which I dressed the wound
