Chapter 3 A LETTER TO THE TIMES Then did not see Merrick again for two years in his hand, day, the police found him He had my car so they brought him to the London Hospital. He was very hungry and dirty, so I put him to bed in a tircd, quiet little room. But e could not stay at the hospital. He was not ill, and of course the beds in the hospital are for ill maseade. wysa have no beds for hungry people or ugly,