Mortimer

Good day, Doctor Mortimer.

Yes, they visited his good friend, Doctor Mortimer.

"I have a manuscript in my pocket," Doctor James Mortimer said.

Doctor Mortimer pulled it out of his breast-pocket.

"I have in my pocket a manuscript," said Dr. James Mortimer.

Dr. Mortimer turned the manuscript to the light, and read in a high, crackling voice the following curious, old-world narrative.

When Dr. Mortimer had finished reading this singular narrative he pushed his spectacles up on his forehead and stared across at Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

Dr. Mortimer drew a folded newspaper out of his pocket.

Bear in mind, Sir Henry, one of the phrases in that queer old legend which Dr. Mortimer has read to us, and avoid the moor in those hours of darkness when the powers of evil are exalted.

“You don’t mind my driving straight home, Sir Henry?” said Dr. Mortimer. “My wife is expecting me.”

He said he would not ransom Mortimer; / Forbade my tongue to speak of Mortimer; / But I will find him when he lies asleep, / And in his ear I'll holla ‘Mortimer!’

I like the names Herbert and Mortimer more all the time. They are so distinguished and new and American. Do you know how I came to think of them? I was reading the newspaper in bed after my first boy was born. I was reading the society page, which is always so interesting.

A spokesperson for the families of Drs. Mortimer and Raymond Sackler, the late founders of the company, issued this statement: