2. 106 Mansfield Street, MontrealThese were my humble lodgings in a brownstone tenement building in 1874.
At 24 years old, I was a handsome young guy, two years into my medical degree at McGill University, when I found myself in dire need of additional funds, so it came to pass that my very first scam was born. Now don't get me wrong, my father sent me a healthy allowance & truth be told, it pretty much covered my daily requirements. What it didn't allow for were the finer things in life that a man of my reputation was drawn to. You know how it is, mixing with gents from privileged families, I had a certain appearance to maintain. Anyhow, let's just say that what my father didn't take into consideration were days out at the racetrack, top quality leather boots and drunken weekends enterta
