Meredith Nicholson,
Langdon's Legacy
“ EVEN in the busy San Francisco hospital where many curious things happened and were discussed discreetly by internes and nurses, Landon's arrival was enveloped in a haze of mystery that set him apart from the daily run of patients. A man of twenty-eight, bearing the marks of a gentleman; burning up with fever and with an unhealed knife thrust in his ribs, he had driven to the hospital from a South American steamer, even the name of a lawyer in New York as his nearest friend, and collapsed in the receiving room. ”
