do you say to a face like my young friendâs here?â
She blushed and replied, âHe has a pleasant face and a kind one, I think.â
âAnd what would the tea leaves say of him?â
âThat he will live long and happily.â
âThere!â said Mütter, with his most winning smile. âMaryâs instincts are infallible. You have nothing to worry about, Edward.â He drank his tea, set the cup on its saucer, and went on. âBut, like it or not, you and our Mr. Poe have an affinity. What was it he recited to us? âFrom his inscrutable tyranny did I at length flee, panic-stricken, as from a pestilence; and to the very ends of the earth I fled in vain â You cannot escape him, Edward. He is your doppelgänger. Why, even your Christian names reveal your fraternity! Edward, Edgar.â
He laughed, and I did, too, to be agreeable. I was not happy with the conversation and changed it.
âWhat will you have me do today, Dr. Mütter?â
âPlease excuse me, both of you,â said Mary, rising from the table. âI must see Cook. Will you be home for dinner, Thomas?â
âYes.â
âAnything special youâd like?â she asked her husband, tucking a stray wisp of hair inside her old-fashioned âSally cap.
âA shank of beef would be very nice, and some boiled potatoes.â
Mary nodded, smiled politely at me, and withdrew to the kitchen.
âShe does not like to hear the hospital discussed, in case I should forget myself and mention some grisly business. She is delicate.â
I nodded sympathetically.
âIâm expecting several specimens from the city morgue. There are the pigeonsâand Dr. Meigs has agreed that you shall give him whatever assistance you can this afternoon in the pit. Iâm grooming you, my boy.â
âIâm very grateful to you, sir.â
âDonât disappoint me. And consider Mr. Poe as having a role to play in your education if for no other reason than he will afford you the opportunity to study the pathological mind firsthand.â
âIâll keep an open mind, sir.â
âGood fellow!â
Morning crept into the room with the obsequiousness of a medical student approaching the chief of surgery. Conversation adjourned, I gave myself up to the luxury of silence. I would have been content to remain so; Mütter, however, had something on his mind.
âNot long ago, Poe came to me with the most astonishing request: He wanted me to allow Menz to mesmerize one of my patients, Ernest Valdemar, who, he had found out through one of his cronies, was dying of Brightâs disease. It was, he said, to be in the nature of an experimentâone I could, conceivably, profit from. He intended nothing lessthan to discover, through the dead offices of poor Valdemar, âThe undiscovered country, from whose bourn/ No traveller returns.â There was something in Edgarâs faceâa shame-lessness that made me shudder.
ââWould you go even there to satisfy your curiosity?â I asked him.
âPoe smiled and said, âThere is nowhere I wouldnât go to learn the truth of the matter.â
âIâm a doctor, Edward. Iâve done things to make the anti-vivisections howl and virtuous young ladies blush. Iâve done themâsometimes reluctantlyâfor the advancement of science and the medical arts. My curiosity is not an idle one. I acknowledge the inviolable mystery of death and the proprieties surrounding it. Iâve dissected corpses, but I would not put a telegraph key into a dying manâs hands and await his dispatches from the Other Side.â
I made no answer, having none.
âStrange, these fellows whose life seems all in the mind,â said Mütter as we rode in a cab toward the medical college. âFrom what Iâve read about Edgar, heâs done little during his thirty-five years on earth. Oh, he was in the
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