Chapter I.XIII
And then the inspector seemed to have an epiphany. He walked over to the desk and pulled out the bottom drawer. There, among some maps and typewritten sheets there was a photograph, which Galbraith immediately grabbed in his hands. The yellowed black-and-white photo showed an incredibly skinny man with a disproportionately large, clean-shaven head, dressed in a straitjacket. He smiled a toothless smile at the photographer, leaning his left hand on the hospital bed. Turning the photo over, Galbraith read the text written in black ink “Duncan (brain cancer), 1967”. “This is definitely the same person”, the inspector said barely audible. He himself did not understand who he was talking about – about the doctor himself or his long-interred patient. But this evidence finally confirmed that Ga
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