Dr. Halliday Sutherland

"Dr. Halliday Sutherland is a born writer, especially a born story-teller. Dr. Sutherland, who is distinguished in medicine, is an amateur in the sense that he only writes when he has nothing better to do. But when he does, it could hardly be done better” – G.K. Chesterton

Consumption Stories 2

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Consumption Stories from the Frontline is part of the build up to the centenary of Consumption: Its Cause and Cure, an address by Dr Halliday Sutherland on 4th September 2017. In this second of five articles, Dr Sutherland tells of life at the St Marylebone Dispensary for the Prevention of Consumption in 1911, in his own words.

Part II: Littlejohn’s Gambit.

Mr. Z was an insurance agent, dying of consumption. As soon as I entered the dingy hall of his little house I had a feeling of some impending evil. Some houses carry that impression, which is not related to riches or poverty. Mrs Z was a tall woman, who had once been handsome, but was now untidy and unkempt. When she brought me to her husband’s bedside I realised that no love was lost between them. The case of Mr. Z was hopeless, but at the end of the week he began to have attacks of sickness and colic, which apparently had no relation to his cough, but to—his food. After two days I found myself in the most terrible position in which a doctor can find himself – of suspected poisoning. It was possible to have a chemical analysis of the product of the sickness, but that would cost money. These people were poor and mean, and they would want to know why an analysis was necessary. I remembered the advice of my old teacher, Sir Henry Littlejohn. “To save your patient and yourself there is only one thing to do – let the poisoner see that you suspect.”

Before leaving the house I told Mrs. Z hat I wished to speak to her, and we entered the dusty, frowsy sitting-room. I stood with my back to the window and she stood at the back of a chair, facing me.

“I know what you want to tell me, Doctor. He can’t last much longer. The sickness is making him weak.”

“Mrs. Z, who cooks your husband’s food?”

Her face went scarlet, then white, and she was gripping the back of the chair tightly. “Why do you ask a thing like that?”

“Because I don’t think your husband’s food is agreeing with him, and you might be able to find something that suits him better.”

There was no more sickness, and a month later Mr. Z died, so far as I know, from natural causes.

From: The Arches of the Years by Halliday Sutherland. Previously posted as The Case of Mr Z.

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