Day 4, Part 4: Tea Among the Bloodletters - Narrow escape, eh? Hardly, I fear. My disorderly retreat into the Bloodletters Club was not an escape at all; just a stay of execution, and a figurative one at that. The real death sentence still looms. Still, if one must pick a last meal, one could do much worse than what the Bloodletters is serving up. A few more pies and puddings with old Prof K, and I may just cheat the hangman after all...

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