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it, it was too funny, he felt sure I would not
take it amiss, he knew I was not devoid of a
certain sense of humour. He then told me that
my colleague had called upon him that same
morning to ask him for a letter of introduction
to the Swedish Minister, to whom he had to
speak on a very grave matter. He thought it
his duty to warn the Swedish Minister to keep
an eye on me, he was convinced there was
something wrong with my head. I pointed out
to the ambassador that it was a valuable piece
of evidence, it was exactly what a lunatic might
do under the circumstances, the cunning of a
madman could never be overrated.
On coming home I was handed an almost
illegible note from my colleague which I made
out as an invitation to luncheon the next day—
the change of his handwriting had already
attracted my attention. I found him in his
consulting-room, standing before the mirror,
staring with his protruding eyes at the slight
swelling of his throat, the enlargement of his
thyroid gland I had already noticed. The
extraordinary rapidity of his pulse made the diagnosis
easy. I told him he had Graves’ disease. He
said he had suspected it himself and asked me
to take him in hand. I told him he was
overworked and must give up his practice for some
time, the best thing for him to do was to return
to his country for a long rest. I succeeded in
keeping him in bed till the arrival of his brother.
He left Rome a week later, never to return
again. He died the following year, I understand,
in an asylum.
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