‘Twas the night before Christmas, and I was on call,
When I felt rather strange as I entered St. Paul’s.
It was tough to tell, and it was hard to say,
What thing might have stirred up my senses that day.
But then Mrs. Mac—from room twenty-four B,
Stood still in her doorway and whispered to me:
“Dr. V— come inside, you must see what I’ve found,
There’s a trapdoor in my room, right here in the ground.”
My eyebrows shot up, to the peak of my hair,
And I thought to myself, good God man, beware.