In the midst of all my scurrying around for Management, I received a letter from The Professor. I had of course informed him of my injury, and he was enormously concerned for me. At least he expressed regret over the mauling and a surprising amount of anger at Management's treatment of me. He also said he had found a doctor in the States who could be trusted to operate on my leg. I felt grateful for the help and more than a little touched by his concern.
I was also beginning to sense that his interest in me might be more than purely academic. He signed his letter, "Yours always, William."
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