was
seen by me at the Government Hospital for the Insane.

On admission to the hospital he was very restless and anxious, walked
up and down the room, hands in his pockets, would sit down for a few
minutes, then walked the floor again. Later in the day he was visited
by a newspaper reporter, a friend of his, with whom he conducted a
clear and coherent conversation, and when told by the latter that the
child was dead he assumed a markedly depressed facial expression. In
reply to my questions intended to bring out his attitude towards the
whole affair, he usually stated, "I don't know," and on one occasion
in a very agitated manner said, "So help me God, doctor, I don't know
anything about this." Later in the day he gave a clear and coherent
account of his past life, and a detailed mental examination failed to
bring out any gross mental disorder. He showed, however, considerable
uncertainty about the length of time certain events of the preceding
day consumed. He could not tell exactly when he retired the previous
evening. He remembered, however, going to bed, likewise that his wife
came to his room sometime during the night and asked him to fill the
babe's milk bottle. He didn't remember whether he did this or not. The
next thing he remembered was sitting in the parlor of the house,
sometime in the morning, and was able to describe accurately those who
were present.

During the remainder of the afternoon he was morose and depressed,
refused to eat his supper, and continued in a restless state. He was
again seen by me at 7.30 in the evening in company with two other
physicians. The patient approached one of the physicians, extended his
hand to him, and in a familiar manner said, "Hello, Mr. C." When told
that this was not Mr. C., patient exclaimed "Oh!" in a confused and
astonished manner, said, "Where am I?" and reeled over on the floor as
if in a swoon. He was told to sit up in the chair, which he did.

"What date is this?" "August 26, 1910" (July 27, 1910).

"How long have you been here?" "Since July 25, 1910."

"How long a period would that make?" "One month--oh no, one day; this
is August 10, 1910."

"What were you sent here for?" "Don't know."

"Who brought you here?" "Don't know--oh yes, two policemen."

"What is your babe's name?" "Don't know."

"What is your wife's name?" "Don't know."

He was then given a newspaper clipping i