So next day, at seven o'clock, carne to the shop in a cab. In November it is dark at seven o'clock in the morning, and could not see the shop very well.

Then the door of the shop opened, and the creature, Merrick, carne out. I could not see his face or his body. (1)

I took his left hand and began to help him. 'Hello, sir. Can help you?'

I looked behind me. It was the postman. The postman took Merrick’s left hand, and 1 helped him with two hands from behind. Slowly, very slowly, Merrick went up the steps and into the cab. (2)

The cab drove clown the road to the hospital.

He was very quiet for a minute. Then he said, 'Who are you, sir?'

'Who am I? Oh, I'm sorry. My name is Dr Treves.

I gave him a card with my name on. Then I thought, 'That was no good. This man can't read.' But Merrick took the card and looked at it very carefully. Then he put it in his trousers pocket. (3)

I did not see Merrick again for two years. Then, one day, the police found him. He had my card in his hand, so they brought him to the London Hospital. (6)

I told the Hospital Chairman, Mr Carr Gomm, about Merrick. He listened carefully, and then he wrote a letter to the editor of The Times newspaper.

From The Times, December 4th, 1886 A Letter to the Editor (8)

needs a home. We can give him a room at the hospital, but we need

some money. Please write to me at the London Hospital.

Yours faithfully,

F.C.Carr Gomm

Chairman of the London Hospital. (13)