William Rochester stepped into the spattering rain, donning his hat and pulling the collar of his overcoat up. His medical satchel and small leather suitcase, the only belongings he had, were placed beside him by the driver before the car pulled away. The young man of twenty three looked up at the foreboding edifice that towered before him. This was going to be his designated workplace from now on, without reprieve. It was almost a life sentence, little consolation that he was on the right side ...