eye-man

Updated: May 25, 2025

"That's Peterson," whispered the senior, "the big, bald man in the front row. He's the skin-grafting man, you know. And that's Anthony Browne, who took a larynx out successfully last winter. And there's Murphy, the pathologist, and Stoddart, the eye-man. You'll come to know them all soon." "Who are the two men at the table?" "Nobody dressers.

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle - Round the Red Lamp