A WEIRD WARNING

DOCTOR RAYMOND was a kind man. He was fifty-seven years of age, rather stout, and altogether comfortable in appearance. His eyes were soft and grey, his bushy whiskers of the same colour. His chin and upper lip being clean-shaven, gave full play to the expression of sympathetic benevolence which his many friends knew and loved so well. It is doubtful whether a large head is any indication of brain power, but the two were certainly combined in the person of Charles Raymond; for his broad-brimmed white beaver would have slipped down to the nose of most men, while as to his abilitywell, who had not heard of Doctor Raymond of Harley Street, the eminent writer and lecturer on nervous disorders?