In the Far North

"[...]institution; Parsons, my old friend, Jack Harrington. Sergeant, where is that whisky?" "Is the woman dead, doctor?" asked Harrington presently, as the sergeant's wife brought in a bottle of whisky and some glasses. "No," replied the police doctor slowly, as he poured some whisky into his glass, "she is not dead; but she may not live much longer-a day or so perhaps. It all depends. Shock to the system." "One of the usual sort, Parsons, I suppose?" inquired Walters-"left the baby on the wharf, with a written request for[...]".